Woke up this mornin’ with no deadline in my head (Deh deh deh deh)
No Work In Progress pullin’ my body out of bed (deh deh deh deh)
Afraid to start somethin’ but need butter for my bread. . .
Gotta stop stallin’ get these old fingers crawlin’ the keyboard instead
I got the bluuuuues
The in-between, feelin’ so green, can only write random scenes, if I can’t write I get so mean bluuuues. . . .
No Work In Progress pullin’ my body out of bed (deh deh deh deh)
Afraid to start somethin’ but need butter for my bread. . .
Gotta stop stallin’ get these old fingers crawlin’ the keyboard instead
I got the bluuuuues
The in-between, feelin’ so green, can only write random scenes, if I can’t write I get so mean bluuuues. . . .
And that's all I have to say about that.
2 comments:
Great post. Been there.
uhuh. just goes to show you. you thought writing the lyric was easy.
try again. it stumbles. it's, how shall we say -- reaching. forced. non-lyrical. the anti-music, actually.
now go back. and do it again. it is clear you need work on being blue.
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