Arlene Corwin Poetry

      Blues: The Solution

 Verse:

I wrote a blues last night.

Wrote a blues so blue it gave me a fright.

When I awoke I was quite all right –

In fact,

Today I won’t be crying the blues.

The blues just make me cry and who want to cry?

Oh no, not I.

I’m getting tired of the blues.

I’m uninspired by the blues.

I used to think it was the hip thing to do,

Now I’m all through with the blues.

Chorus:

Blue, why are the blues always blue?

Blue, why are the blues always blue?

They could be purple, pink or green,

But since they’re almost always mean,

We call the hue the blues.

You, hey you who often sing the blues,

You, hey you who often sing the blues,

Why do you say you feel low down

When down is brown just like the ground,

And blue is high just like the sky.

A room that’s painted blue feels cool and icy,

A heart that’s tainted blue feels cruel and sore.

The empty, yearning, lonely pain is twice the chore

That’s hellish more than just a bore.

Blue, why are the blues always blue?

You, who are depressed, what should you do?

Well, I suggest that you get dressed

In something light that suits you best:

You guessed it right, a bright and warm and loving hue.

To crush the blues dress in a warm and loving you.

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Blues: The Solution verse1960/chorus1988 see revised 06.10.29Lyrics;

Arlene Corwin