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Tryin' To Tell Black From Blue

by Murray Munn

 

I waken all crackle-eyed and break up all the time

Reception isn’t too strong and the kettle’s clogged with lime

Am I losing contact or is it a simple case of flu?

I’m working on a thesaurus to decipher black from blue

Up at 5 and down at 2, I stump like walking dead

Are the strange-nesses I feel only a meddling in my head?

The clock is ticking too fast and the cuckoo’s gone askew

I’m staring at the blueprint trying to separate black from blue

The woman at the other end is talking ‘bout some Truth

I’m closed to all such remedies; I’d rather talk with rooth

Regarding some strange maladies there seems no common glue

You need some grand philosopher to gradiate black from blue

But in a few days

I’ll be as right as rain

In a few days

I’ll be striding down Main (with my honey)

In short hours

I’ll be shining like the sun

In a few short hours

Well: dum-de-dum-de-dum-dum!

stinging solo

­­I’m trying to install a videocam to keep an eye on things

Seems these days like everything goes on inside a ring

If the wisdom for the masses is coming from the few

Maybe these “true spirit cards” can distinguish black from blue

Maybe make small changes I can cakewalk back to town

Perhaps rearrangements I’ll be some happy clown

Sometimes I think it’s time we all move to the zoo

Maybe, but I’ll need a map that relegates black away from blue

But in a few days

I’ll be as right as rain

In a few days

I’ll be striding down Main (with my honey)

In short hours

I’ll be shining like the sun

In a few short hours

I’ll be smelling the flowers

Yeah, I waken all crackle-eyed and break up all the time

Reception isn’t too strong and the kettle’s clogged with lime

Am I really losing contact or is it a simple case of flu?

I’m working on a thesaurus to decipher black from blue