Fantasy Blues

1 week ago by @philkmills

Fantasy Blues

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Liner Notes

#blues #satire #acoustic

I feel as if I've written this song a few times before, even if I've never written exactly this song. Pseudo-blues, based on a 16-bar progression, with country overtones; I don't get much more tongue-in-cheek than that.

Lyrics

I woke Sunday evening,
I was trailed by twenty cats
The choir of friendly purring was a treat
The hellhound was distracted
By a ball game in the park
So I went walking safely down the street.

I found an open market
Bought cat food, bread, and milk
I’ve got an OK job; it pays the bills
I passed an empty alley
With zero gamblers there
Glad to see nobody stabbed or killed

Back home, the one I cherish
Was talking to some friends
Who have a happy marriage of their own
We listened to some music,
Drank one glass of wine,
And wandered off to bed once they’d gone home

Asked in light of morning,
Remembering that dream,
What if our world was like the one I’d seen?
We’d still be playing blues songs
Because we liked the sound
But they would all be labelled fantasy

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