about the blues
london, julie
they always hit you when you can't hit back
and when they're blue enough
there's something black about the blues
they serve you memories on a plate of tears
they know your appetite will last for years
you join the club and gotta pay your dues
when you hang your hat in heartbreak hall
your win broken dreams must crawl
and your gloom will continue to grow
until there's nothing that you don't know
you can't look forward to the day your free
you look but yesterday is all you see
don't buy a book about it