Summer Day BluesSmoke in the airon a hot summer day.I wonder what is going on,what is burning away.Kings on their thrones,calling for blood.Just like they always have,since thrones were set up.Drones overhead,looking down from the sky.They're not shooting yet,but it's a matter of time.I was talking to Jesus,I told him what was wrong.He said he felt all this coming,when they crowned him with thorns.There's a bear in the yardgoing through my trash.You can't say for surewhen these days will pass.Put your money on hopeor put your money on fear - when the race has been run,the winner will be clear.It's beginning to
Saying So BluesI had a sweet little womanand I never did her wrong.But one day she told meshe was going to move on.I said to her, "Baby,have you lost your mind?Have I ever abused you,have I been unkind?"She said, "Slim, I love you,you are sweet as a peach.But there are places you go that I cannot reach."You keep so much hid, Slim,and I do not knowif all that you hideis like what you show."I said to her, "Baby,I don't know what to say."She said, "Well that's it, Slim,"and she left me that day.So I'm here by myselfwondering what I should do,not trying to hidethat I'm feeling blue.
Even better white paper composition.
Have the oddest urge to start putting notes on small ripped up bits of
paper and using dolphins to carry them.
HIRED.