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My Blues ( Aint Blue No More )

29 Friday Jul 2016

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My Blues ( Aint Blue No More )

Now i am feeling kind of Beige.

I just Blend in with My Surroundings.

Beige is the Favourite Colour on all of the Walls.

I am the Beige in the Background.

 

And even though i am in plain Sight

No one seems to notice Me.

I am the Invisible Man.

Wrapped in Beige Bandages.

 

My Blues ( Aint Blue No More )

I Feel kind of Grey

A Grey Fog has entered My Mind

And it is messing with My Thinking

 

I Wear Grey Pants and Coat

Like a Funeral Director

I am Feeling down and heavy

Like a big Grey Cloud

Is Grey My Colour Now?

 

My Blues ( Aint Blue No More )

Now i feel kind of Yellow

I Said Yellow not Mellow

On the Exterior i might look like i am in Control

But in the Interior My Insides are doing Somersaults

 

My Life has Been a series of Slip Ups and Falls

Like i am Riding a Giant Yellow Banana Peel

 

A Yellow School Bus used to take Me to a Place

Where i didnt wont to be

And a Bright Yellow Raincoat never seemed to Protect Me.

 

My Blues ( Aint Blue No More )

I Think My Colour is Purple

Like One Giant Contusion

I am Purple to the Core.

 

Just like an Apple with a Purple Bruise

I am picked up than put back on the Shelf

Purple reminds Me of all the Bruises

That used to Cover My Body.

I was always getting Pushed around and Abused

I am just a purple Bruise.

 

My Blues ( Aint Blue No More )

I Feel kind of White

The Snow is Falling Outside

But i never Feel Snug and Tight

My Clean White Sheets

Remind Me of a Hospital Bed

Sometimes White can be very Stark

 

I am Blinded by the Whiteness

I am Writing this Story on White Paper

With My Snow Blind Eyes

Try as i Might

I dont really like White.

 

My Blues ( Aint Blue No More )

I Think i will try Tangerine

Tangerine isnt a Whole Colour

It is stuck Somewhere in between

Tangerine is the Colour of a Car

That Nobody wants to Buy

Do People really have Tangerine Dreams?

 

Tangerine is the Favourite Colour in Bryon Bay

Where People Live in a Dope Smoke Daze

The Smoke hangs Heavy in the Tangerine Sky

I sort of kind of like Tangerine

But at the same Time i dont

I dont wont to Dream in Tangerine

 

My Blues ( Aint Blue No More )

Now i am Red

Red like the Blood that is Flowing through My Veins

But i wont My Blood to Leave My Body

And Spray the Walls Red

 

But at the same Time Red is the Colour of some Flowers

And the Colour of My favourite Shirt.

But i cant stop Thinking about My Sheets Stained with Red

A Razor in My Hand Cutting and Slashing

And i wont stop until i can no longer See Red.

 

My Blues ( Aint Blue No More )

Because My favourite Colour is Black

When You Feel Black no other Colour matters

Black is the Ultimate.

Black is the Colour of Evil and Badness

 

Black is the Colour on the Dark Side of the Moon

Black is the Colour of a Killers Soul

Black is the Colour of the Blackest Black Hole

 

But then again You havent Seen Inside of My Head

That is the Blackest Place in the Universe

I Feel Blacker than Black

Is there a Darker Colour?

 

Cause if there is  i wont to know what it is

Because i do Feel Darker than Blue.

 

My Blues ( Are All Blue Again )

I Think i Will always be Blue

I am Tired of dealing with different Colours

Blue is the Colour for Me.

THE END

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Doing My Blue’s Thang

05 Thursday Feb 2015

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dreaming, The blue's

I am a skinny white boy who loves to sing

the Blue’s.

I slide across the stage in my not so Blue

suede shoe’s.

I plug in my guitar,and play the best that

I can.

I am the real deal,im your Hoochie Coochie

man.

I am on tour right now,maybe I am coming to

your town.

Come and hear me play,and hear my stripped

back sound.

If I play to fast I am going to break a string

I just want to lay back.

Doing my Blue’s thang

I lay down a fat back beat.

My back’s me up a treat.

The spotlight hit’s my face,my heart start’s

to race.

The sweat make’s my shirt stick to my back.

But I don’t care,cause I am in the middle of a six

string guitar attack.

Backstage after the show,the dressing room is

full of hanger on’s.

And groupie’s who want to party

they don’t care about the song’s.

If I play to slow

people will say ‘What happened to the rock’

But I don’t care,fast or slow.

I just want to sing.

Just doing my blue’s thang.

I live for the music.

It is embedded in my Brain.

I dream about tab’s and chord’s

AT breakfast,i write out the word’s.

After my second cup of coffee

I have finished a song.

I ring up my producer,and book

some studio time.

I just want to lay it down while it is

fresh in my mind.

The producer is late,and that is one thing

that I hate.

Time is money,and we are talking about

my money.

It doesn’t grow on tree’s,so mister be on

time,please.

The seession’s go well,everybody is in

top form.

The wall’s of the studio are bouncing with

the echo of our sound.

The thought’s in my head go round and

round.

I want to play my music forever.

I don’t want to have a normal job.

Working 6 to 2.30 is not for me.

I want to live my rock n roll fantasy.

All I want to do is play and sing.

Plug in my Strat,and do some guitar

hero move’s.

On stage playing some funky groove’s.

So come out and hear me sing

Just doing my Blue’s thang.

Playing out on the road is tough.

There are plenty of trap’s and pitfall’s

Drunkin’ idiot’s and their catcall’s

I block it out I don’t hear a thing

Just doing my blue’s thang.

The Blue’s are all about being down

and out.

With not enough money to go around

Not enough food on the table.

All your clothes are hand me downs.

You just live from week to week.

But the Blue’s is also about being proud

of  who you are.

Laying on your bed,reaching for the star’s.

Knowing that if you are feeling down,just

remember there is alway’s someone lower.

So look people right in the eye.

Don’t look at the ground.

So alway’s dream your dream’s.

Sing your song’s,play your guitar.

Act in a play,paint like Picasso.

Just get out there,and give it a go

So if you are feeling down in a funk

Feeling a little blue

If you need a bit of a lift.

If you want to go back to being the old

happy you.

Come out and hear me play and sing.

I am just doing my Blue’s thang.

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