An epidemic of the blues

In this grand utopia, the posse rides through heaven
Guided by mission control way above the weather
Flying fish and flying bombs and mermaids in the gutter
Running from the tide of war without their bread and butter

There’s gonna be, there’s gonna be
An epidemic of the blues

Down in deepest Darlington
I met my old belief
She was standing by a drain
Trying to get relief
Do you have to live this way?
I hoped that I could help
But the last thing that she wanted was
To be her better self

There’s gonna be, there’s gonna be
An epidemic of the blues

Walking through the market square
The gypsy Romanian fell
She hadn’t had a bit to eat
There was nothing in the well
People just ignored her when
She seemed to grit her teeth
And calling down a curse or two
So we all could feel her grief

There’s gonna be, there’s gonna be
An epidemic of the blues

Now walking in the garden
I saw an ugly ghost
And everyone it breathed upon
Soon began to croak
And laughing like a demon
Its work was easily done
For people had stopped believing
And had taken up the gun

There’s gonna be, there’s gonna be
An epidemic of the blues

There was a man named Baptist John
Who lived in Bethnal Green
And with his broken placard board
He broke into your dream
Why are you following now
Into a cul-de-sac
And even the politician feels
Things are looking black

There’s gonna be, there’s gonna be
An epidemic of the blues

As the coast guard boat was sailing
It came across a child
Swimming across the ocean
It was getting wild
If I go back to my country
I’m sure to be killed
Take me to your leader
I’ll now be self-willed
There’s gonna be, there’s gonna be
An epidemic of the blues

I saw a man of papers
He said let’s all do right
Follow the instructions
It will surely save your life
The protesters soon had gathered
They wanted right of way
Give us our night or else
We’ll take away your day

There’s gonna be, there’s gonna be
An epidemic of the blues

They called for law and order
But just what does that mean
They ate it like spaghetti
Like pond weed in a stream
It’s back to the beginning
If you remember when
Right was right and wrong was how
And there is no golden cow

There’s gonna be, there’s gonna be
An epidemic of the blues

Someone saw a murder
Well isn’t that a shame
Called for an ambulance
To take away the blame
The academic right of way
Kept arguing all the time
That’s the way the world is
A magnet for the crime

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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