Blues Song: March 3-10, 2022
The Mission:
Write a Blues song (lyrics only, unless you compose) about something having to do with springtime.
The Submissions:
Seasonal Allergy Blues
by Captain Quillard
Well, the robin’s song is callin’
all the leaves back to the trees
‘Said the robin’s song is callin’
all the leaves back to the trees
And I’d join him in his singin’
‘cept all I seem to do is sneeze
Them ol’ flowers start t’ bloomin’
an’ my nose becomes a fount
Yeah, them ol’ flowers start a’bloomin’
an’ my nose becomes a fount
Sure, the temperature’s a’risin’
But so’s the pollen count
I got them seasonal allergy blues, y’all
Seem like they never goin’ away
Lord, there ain’ no kinda’ fever
Like the one that come from hay
If you goin’ down the crossroads
would you be a good samaritan?
‘Say, if you goin’ down the crossroads
won’t you be a good samaritan?
I got some whiskey I can share with ya’
If you’ll bring me back some Claritin
Ma’s been longin’ for the spring to come
Jus’ like Dad and my lil’ sister been
Oh, Ma’s been longin’ for the spring t’come
Like my dad and little sister been
But the only fam’ly I care ‘bout
Is my dear ol’ Auntie Histamine
Got them seasonal allergy blues, y’all
The start of spring starts my demise
Y’all got the itch to get outdoors—
All my itchin’s in my eyes
Yeah, them seasonal allergy blues, y’all
Worse than all them other blues that I already got
If the April rain won’t wash away these blues
Guess I’ll have to use a neti pot
Three AM Blues
by Soldier Clinging to Helicopter:
Now here it is three o'clock in the morning
and Daylight Savings Time got me wired
Now here it is three o'clock in the morning
and Daylight Savings Time got me wired
Guess I'll pop more melatonin gummies
until I'm good and tired
Now here it is three o'clock in the morning
and St. Patrick's day drinks got me wide awake
Now here it is three o'clock in the morning
and St. Patrick's day drinks got me wide awake
Woman can't hold her liquor no more
about that make no mistake
Now here it is three o'clock in the morning
and somebody done just knocked on my door
Now here it is three o'clock in the morning
and somebody done just knocked on my door
Forgot that Spring Equinox
got my head exploding some more
Now here it is three o'clock in the morning
and I bolt up drenched in sweat
Now here it is three o'clock in the morning
and I bolt up drenched in sweat
No spring warmth or fever dreams,
just perimenopause's debt
Now here it is three o'clock in the morning
and there ain't no baseball to be found
Now here it is three o'clock in the morning
and there ain't no baseball to be found
Fuck these millionaires and their greed
get your asses on the mound.
Next Week’s Assignment:
Make a collage using found materials from home and/or work. Any size, any layout. Bonus points for interesting use of junk mail. Only rule: no purchases: Out of glue? Grab that duct tape… or chewing gum. Go!