Dreaming of a different way…
Square House Blues
– A talking blues song –
I wrote this a number of years ago, expressing a yearning I’d felt for a long time. Twice since then I’ve lived this life for a time, except that I’ve never neighboured anyone who kept bees. I did that myself. I’ve shown the chording I used, as a novice guitar player; feel free to use your own.
Verse 1
I left the old place E
to head into town. E
Goodbye all you hicks; A
I’m big city bound. E
Now I’ve got a career, E
been to MBA school. E
On my way to the top — A
I’ll be richer than you. E
My TV is huge, A
my mortgage is too. A
I commute every day- D
BMW. D
But the traffic is choked E
and it’s always so slow, E
so I look at the marsh, A
watch the mink and the crow. E
Chorus (descending E blues scale)
I’ve got the
where’s my sit spot
missing that connection
blues.
Double glazed
insulated
nature separation
blues.
Verse 2
I miss my old pond, E
the muskrats and mud. E
fuzzy ducklings with mom, A
and the maples in bud. E
Gonna get back outside E
in the wind and the rain. E
sleep under some leaves, A
go barefoot again. E
I’ll find me a place E
away from the grind; A
let silence seep in, A
and quiet my mind. E
I’ll neighbour some folks E
who know about bees. E
I’ll talk with the birds A
and learn from the trees. E
Chorus
I’ll lose those
stale air, square house
urban isolation
blues.
Goodbye to
modern so-called
civili-ization
blues.
SING IT!
