Bob, i hope your working on your next song for us!
Yuri
You will not believe how frustrated I was to miss that day last week...
So I worked up a little song to vent.
[shadow=red]I call it Gale Blues [/shadow]
I sit in side my Cub-i-Kill
This ankle chain it chafes
Out side the wind is howling
Real jobs are a mistake
I got the BluesÖ
The four grey walled Cub-i-Kill BluesÖ
When I should be out Gale Kiting
Iím inside typing insteadÖ
My office it has a sweet view
I look right down the slot
But if you think that makes me feel better
Then you havenít learned a lot
Cuz I got the BluesÖ.
The four grey walled Cub-i-Kill Blues
When I should be carving up the water
Itís corporate slaughter insteadÖ
You know Iím not a clock watcher
The Man gets
a-lot of my time
But when the wind is howling
Itís me that he can hear whine
Because I have the Blues
The four grey walled Cub-i-Kill Blues
When I should be riding on Wind
I hear the bosses din instead
By the time I get out of this office
The wind will have started to clock
By the time I reach the beach
I might as well just sit out on the dock
I got the Blues...
The four grey walled Cub-i-Kill Blues
When I should hear my kite lines singing
Itís a work phone ringing instead...
For once Iíd like to see that Gale wind
Start ñ Not Stop / just around five
So a proletariat serf like me
Could get one big air nukey wind ride.
I have the BluesÖ.
Donít you know I have the Blues...
Iíve got the Galeís outside; and
Iím Inside; my Ankles tied;
This Cube is Killing Me BluuueeesssÖ
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I think I'm going to be "sick" tomorrow...
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