big pants blues

wrote a new song. with music and everything this time - a good old fashioned 12 bar blues of sorts (in the key of G, and you hang on the D chord a little longer than normal). don't know what to call it, but big pants blues is the working title for now.

(because jenn reads my blog sometimes, i should include a disclaimer: the second verse is completely fictional - there are no ex-girlfriends calling me out of the blue to arrange a meeting)

big pants blues

it was a medical morning
popping pills to keep things from getting boring
with my former self upstairs snoring
it was a medical morning
and tom waits was playing low on the radio

she calls me up to arrange a meeting
the machine picks up with my standard greeting
the voices in our hearts can be so fleeting
the voices in our hearts can be so fleeting
and hers left mine a long long time ago

i'm angry with the sun outside
the television has gone all black and white
i wish i could get up and go for a ride
i'm angry with the sun outside
but ain't that just the way it goes (sometimes)

i've lost track of the world and everything in it
it turns faster minute by minute
it's a big old mess any way you spin it
it turns faster minute by minute
i guess i'll have to let the music take me home