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  • Will somebody please put Ray's powerful poetry to music and play it on Cowbird?

    i've been feeling empty lately
    kinda out there all by myself
    need to get me a thicker coat
    put this old one back on the shelf
    i really need to go somewhere
    maybe to the library
    maybe read a book
    find me a new friend..
    a different look

    too old for the road..
    not sure what to do
    think about her sometimes
    when it's this kinda blue

    nothing headed my way
    everyday seems the same
    nothing but joggers and bloggers
    no one knows my name
    all i got is a necklace from you
    sometimes i think the whole city
    feels this kinda blue

    it's just an empty feelin
    like this might be all i'll be
    some nameless,faceless,no-body
    living life aimlessly
    i don't see the wind changin
    not a whole lot left to do
    just sometimes wonder
    do you remember me, when it's
    this kinda blue

    sat in the corner booth
    of an old family diner
    the waitress that took my order
    reminded me a bit of you
    coffee and toast
    a false smile from the host
    a drop of rain
    does its lonely dance
    down a window pane
    i sit alone in a booth for two
    there's a sound to this kind of down
    a lonely melody
    to this kinda blue

    Music courtesy of (for inspiration purposes only)

    Picture: Blues Guitar
    Artist: Robert Crumb
    Medium: Numbered Limited edition Silkscreen print on Paper
    Size: 28" x 20" (700mm x 500mm)
    Date: 2008
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