this has got a blusey feel to it, its titled Bring blues
weekend's off nowhere to go,
my head is heavy and the time moves slow,
monotomy's just getting hold of me now, oh oh!
the radio's playing my favourite tune,
but that old song just gets me blue,
im trying hard to keep my spirit's high but all this trying's making my throat dry.
so i kick back on my grampy's chair
the whisky's locked in a trunk somewhere
the honey's trying to keep me sober tonight
looks like we're in for another fight.
so today can't get any worse
my belly's empty gotta sit through church
my baby thinks everything's just fine
but too much loving makes a grown man cry
About Me
- Aaron
- Incoherently, meticulously and truly unintentionally from the heart, it’s not a mumble even if it’s jumbled. If you’re hungry and you’re lost grab a map, a fork cos I’m heading your way. A chef, a lost cause, this fine line called sanity can be skewered only so much before it finally clucks. From tempura covered shoes to, scars, near amputated digits, Bhagara Masala aprons and puttanesca dreams. My rides just begun. My expectations may sometimes be followed by a sharp screech and a double helping of “DOH” oh so beautifully deboned by reality but that’s never doused the flame just got it brighter. The choice is yours you can Dine or Hide.
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