Stephen Brunette - My Guitar Went to Burnin' Man

I took my guitar to Burnin’ Man this year
I mighta shoulda gone without it, but I couldn’t leave it here
We sang some songs to greet the dawn at the Center Camp Cafe
Then played the week away the Golden Cafe way
I took my guitar to Burnin’ Man this year
Shared a ride with hippie kids and blew on outta here
I took my guitar to Burnin’ Man this year
To greet a desert dawn a world away from here
We said good-bye to the playa, got home safe enough
But for days I dreamed of playa girls dressed in lights and dust
One night a darkness filled my dreams and chilled my soul
A dream I never will forget, a dream that must be told
I dreamed my guitar went to Burnin’ Man without me next year
It found a ride on Craig’s list and blew on outta here
My guitar went to Burnin’ Man without me next year
And left me here alone to watch TV and drink warm beer
In my dream I saw my guitar’s lust for playa dust
It just couldn’t let it go, no matter how I scrubbed
In my dream I saw my guitar’s love for playa dawns
In the way it played so sweet when it played its sunrise songs
I dreamed my guitar went to Burnin’ Man without me next year
It hitched a ride with Mischief Camp and blew on outta here
My guitar went to Burnin’ Man without me next year
And left me here alone to watch TV and drink warm beer
In my dream my guitar set it’s soul free
In my dream my guitar didn’t even think of me
In my dream my guitar fell in love so many times
It couldn’t find its way home no matter how it tried
I woke and ran and found my guitar sleepin’ in its stand
I knew right then my guitar left its soul at Burnin’ Man
I woke it up and let it teach my fingers a new jam
A jam, like Burnin’ Man, that only seems to end
I’m goin’ with my guitar to Burnin’ Man next year
We’ll find a way to get there and blow on outta here
I’m goin’ with my guitar to Burnin’ Man next year
To greet a few more desert dawns a world away from here
I’m goin’ with my guitar to Burnin’ Man next year
We’ll find a way to get there and blow on outta here
I’m goin’ with my guitar to Burnin’ Man next year
To greet a few more desert dawns a world away from here
To let my guitar jam at Burnin’ Man – a jam that never ends

Written by:
Kynthia Brunette, Stephen Brunette

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