CRYING BLUES

Wrote this at least 20 years ago. Still happens. One of my depression symptoms that can be accommodated by presenting my reading as a pre-recorded video.

One thing has changed though, I’m talking about it and have created LOOK show with the help of more than 12 artists,  opening April 29th in Winnipeg, funded by the Canada Council. You can find details at Look.

The other thing I’m doing is marketing Crying towels as a benefit of helping us out on the GoFundMe page which I will connect. But surely not today


CRYING BLUES

Woke up this morning tears falling from my eyes
{I Said}I woke up this morning tears falling from my eyes.
It’s not that I’m blind my lady, I just can’t see in the dark
It’s not that I’m blind my child, just can’t see in the dark.
And, oh, it’s such a long night.

My hard-workin momma told me if I was a good boy
{I Said}My hard-workin momma told me if I was a good boy
She’d stop what she was doin and wipe those tears away
She said she’d stop, hold me close and wipe those tears away.
And, oh, she lied to me.

Been bad, been good, made no difference either way
{I said }Been bad, been good, made no difference either way
The death in the afternoon clouds over my brain
The death in the afternoon clouds over my brain
And, oh the sky clouds over, I’m crying again.

I woke-up this morning broke at the break of day
I woke-up this morning broken-up at the break of day
No money in my pockets, no love in my heart
{I said}No money in my pockets, no love in my heart
And, no, I can’t, I just can’t show up for livin today.

Biogenetic lightnin, interference, & rain
{I said}Biogenetic lightnin, interference, & pain
I’m cryin for what I’m not no more can’t be
I’m cryin for what I’m not no more can’t be
And oh, I keep cryin, I’m afraid. I’m lost.

It’s late in the afternoon. Been cryin all day.
{I said} It’s late in the afternoon. Been cryin all day.
It’s been so long…. I’m cryin…. ‘cause nothin’ will ever be the same
It’s been so long, (still) I’m cryin, ‘cause I have to be ashamed.
And oh, here I am, Lord, roll the rock away.

Here I am Lord, I can’t roll the rock away
{I said} No amount of tears going to wear the rock away
No amount tears of going to tear the rock away.
Here I am Lord I can’t roll the rock away
And no I’m not Jesus, but I’m one of yours anyway.

I’m too tired to roll it up Calvary even one more time
{I said} I’m too tired to roll it up Calvary even one more time
Here I am. Lord, take me, or roll this rock away.
Here I am Lord, please take me, or roll this rock away.
And oh, roll this rock away. Roll this rock away.

 

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