Feb 03
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killing me softly

Strumming

I heard he sang a good song,
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him,
to listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy,
a stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever,
embarassed by the crowd
I felt he’d found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish,
but he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers
– Killing Me Softly by Roberta Flack –

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Posted on Wed, 03 February 2010 at 12:45 am

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  1. Kurt in Boston

    I remember where I was when I first heard that song (Hawaii, oddly enough). Later, I was so impressed when I discovered she wrote it about Don McLean, as he has always been one of my singer/songwriter heroes.

    I’m curious about the instrument. Bound rosewood fingerboard with dot inlays. Not too common. Tacoma?

    04 Feb 10 at 10:23 am #
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