Paint It, Black!

I see a red door and I want it painted black

No colours anymore I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black

With flowers and my love both never to come back

I see people turn their heads and quickly look away

Like a new born baby it just happens evry day

I look inside myself and see my heart is black

I see my red door and it has been painted black

Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts

Its not easy facin up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue

I could not foresee this thing happening to you

If I look hard enough into the settin sun

My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black

No colours anymore I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes

I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm

The first lick that i learned on the guitar. Thought by THE guitarist of the day, Ayob Taib from The Rhythm Boys (from that A. Ramlies's and the Rhythm Boys fame). The lick opened the floodgate of licks, riffs and tunes of that era, i.e. 'Apache',  'House of the Rising Sun',  'Walk Don't Run', 'Perfidia', etc for a puny guitar toting kid, i.e. me.

The intro is rather simple actually. For wannabe guitarists, you just leave the 1st String E open and play the tune on the 2nd String B starting from the fifth fret. And voila!, you will get the hippiest, turn me on, Flower Power-ed, like, pseudo-Sitar sound ever!