I Wake Up Writing Songs

I wake up writing songs.

It’s been that way since December.

All I have to do is step from bed to piano and it’s tunesmith central.

I have no time to separate the good from the garbage.

That will come later.

Right now, it’s all good. Right now, all I’ve got to do is let the muse flow through my spirit, heart, brain and fingers. All I have to do right now is sing it out, get it down, and tell my inner critic, “Wait, it’s not your turn.”

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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