Uploaded February 2024 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago

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Please comment! It's fun to know who stopped by😁
It's bee cool if you could listen to the entire 2 1/2 minutes🤣

This song is about writer's block or other types of creative impasse. I thought it would be ironic to compose from such a place🤣
Lyrics:
Run Home to the Blues

It’s 3:34 or 5
And the muse has gone and abandoned you
It’s my own damn fault
Filling my mind with disharmonious goo
When this rusted soul is a monochrome hue
It’s time to run home to the blues

The dreams come prosaic and void
My soul is gray and gone askew
Try to think outside the box?
Well that box is sealed and chained up too.
When experience lacks all déjà vu
It’s time to run home to the blues

When the clouds are untouchable
The ethereal is like a bird that flew
I’ve said it all before
I ain’t got nothing new
Impale my mind with a metaphoric corkscrew
It’s time to run home to the blues.