One morning in March 2013 my partner Lezlie told me she had had a dream that I was on stage with my friend Rod playing a song called "I play the blues but my baby loves rock and roll". I said "Cool! How did it go?" She said, "I don't remember." Oh. ... Well. ...
So I wrote this. When I played it for her she said, "That's not how it went at all." Different dream I guess. Oh well. ...
Lyrics
I play the Blues but my baby loves rock and roll.
She really loves prog but she doesn't care much for soul.
But when I try to play that way
Sometimes it comes out ok
But mostly I lose control.
And it becomes Blues, Mama.
It becomes Blues.
Whatever I play
It becomes Blues.
I try to play the Rolling Stones, but when I do
The music always tends to shade toward blue.
I try to play the Grateful Dead
Or fly a Zeppelin made of lead
But it never comes out like I want it to.
It becomes Blues, Mama.
It becomes Blues.
Whatever I play just
Becomes Blues.
The Irish have a saying 'bout songs, you know.
They say all songs are Irish, or will be so.
Well I've got news for them.
It started way back when
And it's been going on since very long ago.
Songs become Blues, Mama.
Irish songs and U2 too.
Whatever music I play
It becomes Blues.
'Cause it's all Blues.
It's all blues, or will be soon.
Whatever music I play
It's all Blues.
Copyright (c) T. Bruce, 2013. All rights reserved.