true blues

Let's not sing the blues      mister
      i got 'nough hurt
spilled to lose
      no kind o moody song
kin take me that place
      where sadness don't belong
how in hell can i bear
      that caterwailin guitar
of down-n-dismal romance
      sure had my share
long time this guy larnin
      what double-dealin do
yore heartache caint cure
      wretched at night
hate mornin too

better move right along
      this feller digs the score
that blues hauling old freight
      no use t feel sore
what's gone's gone
      keep head on straight
if she's right woman
      no matter what's next
wisen up      you kin wait


laurie ashton dec mmi

End o road blues

Tharz an end to th' road dearie
    an end to th' road
road whar i iz agoin
    weary wid my load

oh    i loves you truly
    loves you all day through
but nights iz harder dearie
    cos they gits some dreary blue

sees end has t' come dearie
    sees end has to come
    taint wrong feelin what i feels
though loves you plenty some

tharz an end to th' road dearie
    an end to th' road
down road whar lovez a maybe
    alivin iz my load

mmix

Topsy-turvy sweetheart blues

Topsy-turvy sweetheart blues

Topsy-turvy sweetheart
    woman who ain' true
won' pay y' no min'
whoso livin' hoopla romance
gets lef' behin'

    so don' pay y' no min' woman
who ain' true
topsy-turvy sweetheart
bubble that blew
won' pay y' no min'
trick's turn back on you

    topsy-turvy sweetheart
swear worse'll happen
clean gotta go through
stop posturin' woman
i won' woo

    i'm battered woman
battered bleak n' blue
no more bad news
seen y' clear through
don' pay y' no min'
turnin m' back on you


mcmlxxxvi

Take yr moods (blues)

Take yr moods
'n take yr humours
ain no golden mean
cos yr blues 'cognizes
there's no easy in-between
    no sir, no ma'am,
blues is sunup or sundown, i mean
cos yr blues swings teetered uneven
like lunatic weighin machine

    yr blues is ready laughter
yr blues is weight of tears
yr blues is soun' jeez 'n hereafter
yr blues feels yr hopes 'n fears

    yr blues don seek no middle
yr blues don fake no between
yr blues blesses plenty 'n dearth
'qually like dry 'n rain

    no sir, no ma'am
's clear as right 'n wrong, sez i
we'z swung up 'n we'z swung down
like lantern moon's gyrations
light or dark ignorin
flung clean across th' sky

    yr blues ain nobody's darlin'
yr blues ain nobody's fav'rit
yr blues swings pendular circumstantial
like brains shilly-shally intemperate
like lunatic weighin machine
cos yr blues 'cognizes, sez i
if'n y gets caught plumb dead in th' middle
'member, what's twixt ain worth a spit!

1983, rev. mm