"I check my look in the mirror
I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face.
Man, I ain't getting nowhere.
I'm just living in a dump like this.
There's something happening somewhere.
Baby, I just know that there is." - Bruce Springsteen "Dancing In The Dark"
Well I don't play no rock and roll I play the blues and the more you play the bluer you get (chuckle) well you know a guy done told me ( incomprehensible ramble) with a beefbone now he know'd that my style man (launches into (My ol' brown') alright!!
Mississippi Fred MC Dowel ...going down the alternative route of dancing in the dark and instead ' Drinking water outta hollow log'
Maybe in rhyme ?
Realistic I guess...enough earlier to depress...battening the angles and covered in glue still guess I'm doing it for you... or more precisely me as you don't exist you see and possible scenarios arise but I'm pretty sure they herald my emotional demise...still could be a whole lot worse and often was ...so don't be downhearted go with the flow sailing down the same river in the same boat...you don't need to tell me cos I already know.
Here's a thought for every man
Who tries to understand what is in his hands
He walks along the open road of love & life
Surviving if he can
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say
Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow
As they took his soul they stole his pride
As they took his soul they stole his pride
As they took his soul they stole his pride
Try to tell her, who I really am
But I'm not so sure, that I really can
Well you've got to know, I don't understand
'Cause I'm not so sure, who I really am
Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain
And ironing out the rough spots
Is the hardest part when memories remain
And it's times like these when we all need to hear the radio
`Cause from the lips of some old singer
We can share the troubles we already know
Won't you believe it? It's just my luck
Won't you believe it? It's just my luck
Won't you believe it? It's just my luck
Won't you believe it? It's just my luck
No recess
No recess
No recess
You're in high school again
You're in high school again
You're in high school again
You're in high school again
You're in high school again
You're in high school again
You're in high school again
You're in high school again
Sometimes it is better that we sit
Here in the silence
I don't look at you
And you don't seem to notice
And the reasons -
The reasons are impossible to see converge
They gather like dust upon a shelf
You are just a tenant here, you say
Living in and out of this life
As cheaply as you can