My mom told me tales of the dead. They emerged slowly from the swamp cities and marshes. That’s where I grew up, down south. I was too smart for my own good. My daddy played the banjo on our porch as I slept to the sound of the crickets and the banjo. But Like I said I was too smart…
bling planky dang plunk. my parents used to rock these endless pete seeger tapes theyd play at christmas and it wasn’t till later i realized that the lame music could actually be a tool for a revolution. punk rock petey.
banjo guitar music sweeps in place of heart stop beat drum down hill from here in the place of my dart place fireplace roof chimney down in a pit of pickles down earth of day night south bite bark dark shout mark dark fark
banjos are pretty much the most annoying instrument, attributed to the hillbillies of society and their obsessive twanging on the obnoxious wannabe guitar. It makes me want to sleep in a pile of straw with some pigs to keep me warm at night. is that healthy? i wouldn’t imagine so. My mother think’s im critical, that its ridiculous for me to say that banjos are the scum of the music world…but i think we all can agree, they really really are.
Long nights by the fire with the family, all the uncles around playing with everyone singing. The kids roasting marsh mellows down by the lake. The smell of the lake blowing in, beach towels hanging on the porch.
Old timey country barbeque sitting on the porch at twilight with fireflies and overalls and family and songs and good company. Rockers and lemonade and fruit and grandparents. Twangy and lovely and authentic in sound, a night that will reoccur all summer long.
I played the banjo last night and sang around the camp fire. It was fun. Family time you know? We barely have family time so it ment alot to me. I was happy I learned to play the banjo for once. It was great. One of the best nights I had.
there was a boy who had a farm, eee aye eee aye oooh, and on that farm he had a pig, eee aye eee aye oooh, with an oink oink here and an oink oink there
what do you do whent he only person you know plays the banjo? my best friend said that once when she saw a man playing a banjo at the local park. but the question still remains: what DO you do? cry? laugh? tell him your deepest darkest secrets? sing with him? tell him your life story and hope he writes a sng about it?
oh how i play.
you play
and the old wooden floors hold us
as you hold the banjo
one string missing
i’m missing you
all of you
and that last string
on the banjo
bob from that 70s show plays it, it is a string instrument and it has a tangy beat to it its similar to a guitar and the guy from the song about the somewhere over the rainbow.. the fat hawaiian guy. Its brown. Also a dog’s name.
We used to keep a banjo in our basement.
It had two broken strings.
It would stay there and taunt me.
I always wanted to learn how to play it.
I never did.
He took it when he left.
The empty space is sinister.
I never learned to play it.
i played with a banjo on my knee the most delightful song ever to come out of the deep south of the united states. a banjo has a distinctive sound made famous in deliverance by the duelling banjos song. my sister in law plays the banjo i wish i could too
A bango is an instrument that was played way back in the day by people down in the south.. it is simple. a few strings and a cheaply made guitar looking thing. people can buy them now adays in any musical store, for much more expensively than they used to me. they used to just be home made.
there was no time left and he couldn’t believe what happened next. timothy grabbed his banjo and with no hesitation whatsoever, he started playing his little heart’s anthem on that wooden instrument. The banjo — like no other — let him remember all that lovely newfie fun he had as a kid.
Banjos remind me of twangy country music voices, and that annoying radio station that my dad always has playing when I come home. Banjos don’t even compare to playing bass; bass is one oft he most important and overlooked instruments, you know. Love the bass players.
She was in a coma last year. At the time, I felt depression augmented from a few months prior. I was encapsulated within my friends’ love. Odes to banjos, pic texts of bad parkers, Pink Floyd everywhere. My bubble shattered. I didn’t know where I was when she left. She taught me to leave my box and into this world I entered prior to the figurative crash.
My mom told me tales of the dead. They emerged slowly from the swamp cities and marshes. That’s where I grew up, down south. I was too smart for my own good. My daddy played the banjo on our porch as I slept to the sound of the crickets and the banjo. But Like I said I was too smart…
bling planky dang plunk. my parents used to rock these endless pete seeger tapes theyd play at christmas and it wasn’t till later i realized that the lame music could actually be a tool for a revolution. punk rock petey.
to fight dirty, you hit a guy in the crotch with a banjo. -sam
banjo guitar music sweeps in place of heart stop beat drum down hill from here in the place of my dart place fireplace roof chimney down in a pit of pickles down earth of day night south bite bark dark shout mark dark fark
small guitar
cute
circle thing
4 strings
country music
popular with people like cowboys i guess
long
traditional instrument with strings
music. southern. riverboats. folk.
man sitting on a barrel.
country western.
twangy.
tinky tanky rinky tinky
oh boy.
redneck and blue jeans
blue grass
banjo its an instrument
This banjo was my friend. he got me through some of the toughest times in the south. i will forever pay gratitude to this wooden friend of mine
music, hillbilly, happy, fun, dancing, cotton skirts, pinafores, suspenders, boots
banjos are pretty much the most annoying instrument, attributed to the hillbillies of society and their obsessive twanging on the obnoxious wannabe guitar. It makes me want to sleep in a pile of straw with some pigs to keep me warm at night. is that healthy? i wouldn’t imagine so. My mother think’s im critical, that its ridiculous for me to say that banjos are the scum of the music world…but i think we all can agree, they really really are.
banjo my world
Long nights by the fire with the family, all the uncles around playing with everyone singing. The kids roasting marsh mellows down by the lake. The smell of the lake blowing in, beach towels hanging on the porch.
is fun to playn
Old timey country barbeque sitting on the porch at twilight with fireflies and overalls and family and songs and good company. Rockers and lemonade and fruit and grandparents. Twangy and lovely and authentic in sound, a night that will reoccur all summer long.
I played the banjo last night and sang around the camp fire. It was fun. Family time you know? We barely have family time so it ment alot to me. I was happy I learned to play the banjo for once. It was great. One of the best nights I had.
there was a boy who had a farm, eee aye eee aye oooh, and on that farm he had a pig, eee aye eee aye oooh, with an oink oink here and an oink oink there
musical instrument play with hands noisy loud quiet fun awsome
strings music wood tune bridge hillbilly country band
music strings band guitar srum contrey slow tayler swift
a banjo is a intstument. it sucks i dont play it. im board hee hee hee haha haha a banjo is like a guitar kinda i dont like it hehe
musical country Hannah Montana guitar strings notes annoying real smile
ok so lame instrument im a pianist singer nd a guitarest banjo is just banjo
no idea what this is mmm food ?
what do you do whent he only person you know plays the banjo? my best friend said that once when she saw a man playing a banjo at the local park. but the question still remains: what DO you do? cry? laugh? tell him your deepest darkest secrets? sing with him? tell him your life story and hope he writes a sng about it?
banjo
oh how i play.
you play
and the old wooden floors hold us
as you hold the banjo
one string missing
i’m missing you
all of you
and that last string
on the banjo
bob from that 70s show plays it, it is a string instrument and it has a tangy beat to it its similar to a guitar and the guy from the song about the somewhere over the rainbow.. the fat hawaiian guy. Its brown. Also a dog’s name.
We used to keep a banjo in our basement.
It had two broken strings.
It would stay there and taunt me.
I always wanted to learn how to play it.
I never did.
He took it when he left.
The empty space is sinister.
I never learned to play it.
i played with a banjo on my knee the most delightful song ever to come out of the deep south of the united states. a banjo has a distinctive sound made famous in deliverance by the duelling banjos song. my sister in law plays the banjo i wish i could too
A bango is an instrument that was played way back in the day by people down in the south.. it is simple. a few strings and a cheaply made guitar looking thing. people can buy them now adays in any musical store, for much more expensively than they used to me. they used to just be home made.
I’ve already written about this word. I feel that I have nothing else to say about it.
I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the banjo. I have an interest in all sorts stringed instruments.
The farmer play his banjo.
The farmer played his banjo on his porch.
the farmer played his banjo on his porch until he could play no more.
there was no time left and he couldn’t believe what happened next. timothy grabbed his banjo and with no hesitation whatsoever, he started playing his little heart’s anthem on that wooden instrument. The banjo — like no other — let him remember all that lovely newfie fun he had as a kid.
banjo bluegrass kentucky shed camping dogs creeks daniel terle clouds blue skies midwest highways dusty driveways moons crickets tobacco logs campfires dust mr. schlichts hands mike
Banjos remind me of twangy country music voices, and that annoying radio station that my dad always has playing when I come home. Banjos don’t even compare to playing bass; bass is one oft he most important and overlooked instruments, you know. Love the bass players.
ban jo. She has gone too far and must leave the cave. She will freeze or starve. I never liked her anyway.
cedar planks
She was in a coma last year. At the time, I felt depression augmented from a few months prior. I was encapsulated within my friends’ love. Odes to banjos, pic texts of bad parkers, Pink Floyd everywhere. My bubble shattered. I didn’t know where I was when she left. She taught me to leave my box and into this world I entered prior to the figurative crash.