I’ve been tryin’ ta write me some talkin’ blues,
I think I know what I need to do -
But I ain't got no kinda of theme,
Just a traditional rhyming scheme.
I got nothin’... Nothing anyone’d care for.
Sooooooo
I failed a bit with that first bit,
But this ain't gonna be no Top 10 hit.
Sooner or later if I keep writin’
I’ll surely get to some gold strikin’.
Just keep on digging… this hole.
Now what do I got to complain about?
What's gonna make me scream and shout?
What's the middle class got to protest
From its safe, warm and cosy nest?
Same as always … someone, anyone else. Anyone different. (snorts and raises eyebrows)
Or what funny story could I tell?
Maybe when I pressed the button for the bell,
And it stuck and it rung and rung,
And it was always hometime for everyone?
But it's a bad story … and it's not even true.
And o’course all of this is in your head,
I should be “singing”, playing guitar instead -
Not leaving it to your imagination,
And if you don’t know the tune, your confusination.
Ah, I lost it … not that I had it… better wrap it up quick.
Sooooooo
Guess I'll head back to the drawing board,
“Quick ‘cause everyone here is bored!”
Guess Talkin’ Blues are hard to do,
But I'll try again - maybe you can too.
I'm not a great writer
(though I'm tryin to sit with some)
…
just tryin’ ta have fun.
