A Celebration of Freedom and a Cry for Help

The title of this post came about when I was improvising lyrics on top of a blues groove. I didn’t notice it till later, when I was playing the rehearsal recording of that particular song.

The other lyrics were blah. Drivel bleated in order to have syllables to work out the melody.

But this line stood out immediately. Thrown in on the “turn around” from one verse to another, I thought, “These words belong in a better song.

But they were born amongst the mediocre lyrics of this humdrum tune.

So they belong here, too.

Just like they belong in every song I’ve ever written…

in every thing I have ever written…

in every word I have ever said, every thought I have ever…”

You get the idea.

And so do I.

And so do I

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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