Sunday, May 24, 2009
A Tuneless Song
"The nomadic ethos views farmers as inferior beings forced to live a life of toil. The nomad is a free man." --Michael Maren
Woke up at the crack of noon
But I ain’t quite wide awake yet
Been wishing I was someone else
But I’m afraid this is good as it gets
Been down with the Muppet Show
And forty-four product ads
Been feeling it’s time to create
But my visions all seem like fads
How I wish I was a morning man
Sipping coffee with the rising sun
How I wish I had working hands
Bleeding till my work is done
Here I sit on a garbage can
Tryna tune a broken guitar
Can’t play it anyway
But if I could man I’d go far
Ain’t nothing but work to do
And the list got a mind of its own
If it keeps growing up like this
It’ll be the only thing I own
I know I should get up now
Get going on my dreams
Yeah I coulda been someone
If my body wasn’t so free
If I ever get myself to work
Sleep’ll take me back soon enough
It never wants to let me go
And those dreams like to play rough
TWM: ha, too true. I wrote this pre-parenthood.
woke up this morning
Both cars were gone.
Well, I am a hysterially young seventy and I still pick a bit.
dah dah dah dah dum
nina: that's exciting that it inspired a melody and rhythm for you. wish i could tap into that somehow.
P.S. My non-word verification for today is "whotis"!
i was also singing a bluesy tune along in my head as i was reading this.
so .. is it really tuneless if it created a tune in my head?
BTW, whenver I'm procrastinating, I'm not blue. If it makes you sad, you're not doing it right.
Furbottle: A ponth on ponce!
XD: you may be right about that. But I also enjoy my work, which might be a factor.