Tuesday, June 15, 2010

What Fresh Hell, Day 57 of Gulf Oil Blues

I woke up this morning,

sounds innocent enough,

hell son, sounds like the beginning of a blues song, to me.

Well I woke up this morning, (beat, beat, beat, chord)

I done have needed between six and seven hours (beat, beat, beat)

of sleep, nearly most every night (beat, beat, beat chord)

lawd chil’ yeahhh, for most of my life. (beat, beat, beat, chord)

I have now learned, after all these many years (beat, beat, beat, chord)

if yaw starts at 8 oh, yeah, you gets it out by 3 am.

(beat, beat, beat, chord)

Great time to be quiet (beat, beat, beat, chord)

with you, yeah, and your thoughts awhaw

(beat, beat, beat, chord)

and listen for the still small (beat,beat)

(that still small what?) (beat, beat, beat, chord)

Voice of god (beat, beat, beat, chord)

(beat, beat, beat, chord) yeah testify, amen,

(beat, beat, beat, chord)

as she kicks your ass

(oh yeah I knew it was a coming,)

Hear me now)

(beat, beat, beat, chord) for whatever the hell (yeah brother what is it now!)

(beat, beat, beat, chord)

You know what it is (beat,beat,beat)

it’s what you did wrong

(beat, beat, beat, chord)

(beat, beat, beat, chord)

and she chuckles over (hehe) what you did right.

Ohhh Yeahhhh.

My apologies to the spirit of Mr. Muddy Waters

Not what I intended to write this morning.

Hope it makes someone’s day.


  1. That's some of the best white boy blues I ever did.....um, read.

  2. Daaaaamn, son. That's actually good. Especially the beat, beat, beat, chord part.

    No, seriously, 5 stars.

  3. Thanks Punch, I've simply been too upset by the whole fucking mess to think about it. It makes me sick to my soul.

  4. Thank you all for the kind words. Some days words flow, some days that just don't.
    Life as we know it is changing.

  5. if there were a situation for deep, down and dirty blues, this is it. I am in agreement with feeling sick to my soul about this .... awful.


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