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Published on Jun 7, 2012

You won't know them Blues
until you've been red and angry,
Or green with envy on the poor side of town,
Them blues don't come round,
until your skin is burnt brown
working sunup till sundown
knocking those endless bills down...
True blues come with pain
yellow nicotine stained
fingertips that slip lamely
from all fortune and fame.

Blues live in grey ghettos
where you've been forced to settle,
scooped from blackened soup kettles
serving free cups of grief.
Blues leave purple bruises when a parent abuses
some poor child who has no where
to turn for relief.

Chorus-

True blues never discriminate,
they seldom distinguish,
between the rich and the poor,
they favor no race nor creed...
Blues turn the white of one's soul
into a huge black hole,
denying any control
over the things that you need.

Blues are rust-colored dumpsters,
where the beggars mine comforts,
eating leftover garbage to
put meat on their bones,
Blues shame the tanned faces,
of the vets freed from war zones,
hopelessly seeking jobs
long after they've returned home.
True blues paint governments
in shades of befuddlement,
because the state of the union
has no money to loan.
True blues could care less
about a man's happiness,
they drain gold from your wallet
taking all that you own.

Chorus-

True blues never discriminate,
they seldom distinguish,
between the rich and the poor,
they favor no race nor creed...
Blues turn the white of one's soul
into a huge black hole,
denying any control
over the things that you need.

This song holds no answers
to the blues that form cancers,
in the hearts of all dreamers
who will never succeed,
it's just a rainbow of colors,
that your blues will discover,
when it's your turn to suffer,
all the sorrows blues bleed....
when it's your turn to suffer
all the sorrows Blues bleed...


MFB III Productions-(c)-2012
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

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