Friday, October 3, 2014

Ultimate Blues

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Does this really belong among the satirical songs? It started out as an attempt to parody the depressing nature of so many, actually all, blues songs, but then that refrain came along, a fatuous and futile ray of hope and light in the midst of total melancholia. "Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows", as the man said.

The quotes in the song, in case you hadn't recognised them, are from Yeats and Dylan.

The lyrics below include some alternate and variant verses.



Well I wake up every morning, you know it’s lonely in my bed
My eyes are red from weeping, the blues are in my head
I’m aching from the wounds and scars you get from Cupid’s dart
But then your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart

(Well I woke up late this morning,with the blues inside my head
I couldn't find a razor blade, so I wrote this song instead
I'm vocally disabled and I've broken my guitar
But then your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart)
 
You’ve left me like this many times your favours all withdrawn
Wrestling with the angel from the dusk till early dawn
Now I’m gazing at your double in the broken-marriage mart
When your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart

(I've been lain low by this fever a hundred times before
I've been dragged and thrashed and beaten and left begging on the floor
I’m aching from the wounds and scars you get from Cupid’s dart
But then your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart)


My analyst retired me and the pills don’t do no good
I’m smoking 7 packs a day, that’s 8 more than I should
I’ve tried the whole damned menu, now I’m eating a la carte
When your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart

I prayed to God and worshiped girls, I even bought a yacht
But guilt and bills and STD were all I ever got
I’ve been at home for fourteen years, drinking in the dark
When your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart

Now I’m looking for the silver lining but all I see is clouds
My shoes are torn and ragged, my clothes are black as shrouds
I’ve tried drugs and yoga, gym and sex, what I need is a fresh start
And then your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart

I’m turning and I’m turning in an ever-widening gyre
Mere anarchy has been set loose, I’m drowning in the mire
The centre cannot hold for long before things fall apart
But then your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart.

Ah the music in the distance is the sound of driving rain
That light beyond the tunnel’s just a fast-approaching train
My suicidal tendencies are truly state of art
But your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart

Well I look down on the needy ones with nothing left to eat
So many fat and greedy ones who’ll rob and steal and cheat
If this is God's Utopia, I tell you I don't want no part
But then your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart

My landlord, he’s a banker, has just put up the rents
His interest is liberally pursued in ten per cents
Let’s drive him from the Temple, let’s rehearse the martial arts
But then your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart

Now that’s such a sorry sunset bleeding in the sky
Another day nearer to death, it makes you want to cry
I’m gonna buy myself a gravestone, and write my epitaph
But then your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart

I’m worn out from the struggle, I can’t take this much doubt
Where the angels on the pin-head dance a crazy twist and shout
(I'm fat and bald and turning grey, my teeth are falling out)
Just one single human moment, hell is that too much to ask?
And then your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart

Now I've read in Jeremiah that it's all just vanity
And selfishness and pointlessness and sheer futility
If this is human progress, why ever did we start?
But then your love comes to revive me and it heals my broken heart

Well I sing this for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones and worse
And for every prozacked person whose soul is torn and scarred
May love come to revive you, may it heal your broken heart

(Ah look out from your window in the early morning light
When the world is bathed in shadows that are breaking from the night
Put on some Leonard Cohen, take the cure of Art
May love come to revive you, may it heal your broken heart)



 



If you would like to include "Ultimate Blues" in your repertoire, either for paid public performance or to record for commercial purposes, or if you would like to re-use the recordings attached to this blog-page for commercial purposes, contact argaman@theargamanpress.com. 
 


 
Use of this song, and/or these recordings, for non-commercial purposes, is not simply permitted but invited.





Words and music by David Prashker

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