High Wind BluesA high wind is blowing, there are donkeys in the trees.At least it isn't winter -those poor animals would freeze.A high wind is blowing,there are badgers in the air. They're blowing by like bluebirds,their teeth and claws are bare.A high wind is blowing,and the river's turned around.It stopped heading for the ocean,it's rolling backwards into town.A high wind is blowing, it smells like steel and stone. I taste it in my coffee,sitting home alone.You know there is no reasonfor this wind to be so high.And no way to stop it blowing -there's nothing we can try.A high wind is blowing,it to
Honey Bee BluesSometimes I wish I was a beetleand I had a chitin shell.Oh yes, I wish I was a beetleand I had a chitin shell.Then I would not even feel itwhen you did not treat me well.Sometimes I am a moth, babe,flying toward a flame.Sometimes I am a moth, babe,flying toward a flame.This cannot have a happy ending,but I keep flying just the same.Sometimes I am a hornet,if you crowd me I will sting. That's right, I am a hornet,if you crowd me I will sting.You'll be sorry, you'll discoverthere is more to me than wings.Let's get together, baby,and we'll be two honey bees.Let's get together, baby, and we'll be t
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