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This is my first time painting a guitar, (the proper way anyway) I remember a video I watched a while back said to make sure the clearcoat goes past the paint and up the side of the fretboard, does anybody have a photo of how they taped it up to achieve this, im worried about leaving a visible line where the clear coat finishes and the rest of the fretboard starts, am i correct in worrying about this.

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Funny how the world changes…

Or maybe it’s just the people in it.

Lookin’ in the mirror like who is that girl? Did I change or did the streets twist the world?

Back when I was young it was simple to see,

That little girl today wouldn’t recognize me.

Used to smile at strangers, used to trust what I saw,

Thought respect meant something, thought there was a code and a law.

Now the streets feel colder, everybody on edge,

Fake tough guys talk loud but they fold under threats

Summers full of laughter, couldn’t keep us inside,

Now everybody paranoid, watchin’ both sides.

Drama in the air but I ain’t chasin’ that life,

I just keep my chin high and my circle airtight.

I never turn my back on the few that I trust,

‘Cause loyalty’s a diamond in a world full of dust.

And the truth ain’t new, it’s the same as back then,

If you’re a dog now… you were probably one then.

Everybody talks, but nobody stands strong.

They say they’re soldiers, until the pressures turned on.

I’m standin’ on my own,

When we were young, we would speak dreams freely,

Now its like the systems tryin’ to cage me completely.

I’m yellin’ “free me” from the lies and pollution,

While corruption keeps runnin’ the whole institution.

See I move independent, I don’t beg, I don’t lean,

I built my own throne, I don’t bow for noth ing

Seen too many crumble when the pressure appears,

Same loud mouth “tough guys” crying, i want out of here

So I trust actions only, never words that they say,

‘Cause loyalty’s the rarest thing you’ll find these days.

Everybody want respect but they don’t want the code,

Stand tall when it’s heavy — that’s the realest I know.

Where did the loyalty go…

now im standin’ on my own as the nights get cold.

knowing the real ones stay solid, And the fake ones fold

WOULD LOVE SOME FEED BACK ON THIS

I told the children stories just to help them fall asleep

Some were soft with fantasy, some were truths too deep

Some say silence hides the pain, some say science speaks

But secrets grow like shadows every time the truth retreats

A person holding secrets already chose their fate

Whispers in the dark become a lie you can’t escape

Every word we bury slowly starts to dig a

grave

cause every lie we whisper is a debt we’ll have to pay

And the wash will find the stain

When the truth begins to rain

Every whisper left behind

Leaves a trail we cannot hide

Stories come around, they echo through the town What you twist today comes back when truth is found

Every word you choose becomes the path you walk

Stories come around, louder than before

Every lie you feed keeps knocking at the

door

The storyteller daydreams of the tales they never lived

Writing worlds for children out of promises they give

But the story starts spreading when the whispers hit the wind

And it circles back around with a different kind of spin

Now the teller writes again trying to rewrite the scene

Painting truth like fiction so the guilt can’t be seen

But the liars twist the words just to feed themselve

Like the apple dipped in spite

Every bite becomes a lie

Sweet at first upon the tongue

Then the then the bitterness becomes

Every lie swallowed leaves a taste of rust

Every lie spoken breaks a piece of trust

Deception’s just a cage with invisible bars

You build it with words… then live behind the scars

Stories come around, rising from the ground

Truth don’t disappear when the lies get loud

Every word we choose writes the road we tread

Stories come around… in the end

I told the children stories just to help them fall asleep

Some were soft with fantasy, some were truths too deep

Some say silence hides the pain, some say science speaks

But secrets grow like shadows every time the truth retreats

A person holding secrets already chose their fate

Whispers in the dark become a lie you can’t escape

Every word we bury slowly starts to dig a grave

cause every lie we whisper is a debt we’ll have to pay

And the wash will find the stain

When the truth begins to rain

Every whisper left behind

Leaves a trail we cannot hide

Stories come around, they echo through the town What you twist today comes back when truth is found

Every word you choose becomes the path you walk

Stories come around, louder than before

Every lie you feed keeps knocking at the door

The storyteller daydreams of the tales they never lived

Writing worlds for children out of promises they give

But the story starts spreading when the whispers hit the wind

And it circles back around with a different kind of spin

Now the teller writes again trying to rewrite the scene

Painting truth like fiction so the guilt can’t be seen

But the liars twist the words just to feed themselve

Like the apple dipped in spite

Every bite becomes a lie

Sweet at first upon the tongue

Then the then the bitterness becomes

Every lie swallowed leaves a taste of rust

Every lie spoken breaks a piece of trust

Deception’s just a cage with invisible bars

You build it with words… then live behind the scars

Stories come around, rising from the ground

Truth don’t disappear when the lies get loud

Every word we choose writes the road we tread

Stories come around… in the end