12 Bar

If I had a bird in the hand
Wouldn’t let that bird fly
But those two in the bush
Seems I’ll chase til I die

Yeah I don’t wanna be chasing
No bush birds no more
Ain’t wastin my time
Got less time than before

’cause I got feathers for fingers
– I win but I lose –
I get to sing like a nightingale
But I can’t play the blues

[chorus]
Yeah I got the birdie blues
I’m so low I can’t fly
I ain’t gonna be takin
No more to the sky
Ain’t gonna be takin
No more liberties
Ain’t gonna be shakin
This corella disease
In this year of infection
Just ain’t got no excuse
For this low disaffection
‘cept those old birdie blues

(12 bar blues in E: repeat ad nauseam, continuously amending and altering to build maudlin intensity)

RH

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