The Marginals Sing the Blues
Okay, so maybe some us apparently don't know what "12 bars" means, but it
was fun anyway. The composers asked to remain anonymous, but you can
probably match some of the songs to the writers.
Red lights ahead, as far as the eye can see
Ain't nothing moving, momma, neither you nor me
Red lights all over, as far as the eye can see
Need to travel down this highway to make a living,
But this traffic jam will be the end of me
. . .
I got the sweet & tangy/swangy blues
I got the sweet & sour/baking powder blues
I got both feet on backwards
And 7 1/2 Ivy League rowing crews
. . .
If there's one thing I hate, it's oppressive social norms
If there's one thing I despise, it's restrictive social forms
Don't want no peer pressure
If it means it makes me have to sing in public
. . .
I ain't got no curtains, I ain't got no shades
I ain't got no curtains and ain't got no shades
Damn I hate that 7a.m. sunshine
When it comes up and never fades
. . .
I woke up this morning, it was half past two
I'd missed breakfast & lunch; I was late for work too
I ran to the BART train, the rain started to pour
I stepped in a puddle, then some gum on the floor
I got the wet sock squishy, sticky gum under my shoe blues
. . .
I've got the airplane travel curse won't go away blues
I've got the airplane travel curse won't go away blues
Stuck in South Bend, trapped on the tarmac, nowhere to go from Newark
. . .
Well, I'm so tired of everything, just want to bitch and moan
Well, I'm so tired of everything, just want to bitch and moan
But then even the thought of complaining
Is 'nuff to leave me prone
. . .
I'm workin' on my thesis, I've got the dissertation blues
You know I'm workin' on my thesis, and I've got the dissertation blues
Got 20 pages of references
But I think I should have 52
. . .
Bought me some new boots, but they don't sqoosh like the old
Bought me some new boots, but they don't sqoosh like the old
Oh I paid a pretty penny for those boots
But my feet feel flat and old
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