Singin’ The Blank Page Blues
Duh da, da duh, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Duh da, da duh, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Duh da, da duh…
Been starin’ at the screen, for way too damn long.
Duh da, da duh…
Don’t know why I’m tryin’.
Duh da, da duh…
Wondering what it was, that I did so wrong.
Duh da, da duh…
Why the words keep dyin’.
Cause’ I’m starin’ at the screen,
With my fingers on the keys,
But the words don’t seem to want, to flow.
I am stuck here in between,
Fleeting images and needs,
But my blank page blues continue to grow,
They just grow.
Duh da, da duh…two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Duh da, da duh…two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Duh da, da duh…
Words from yesterday, suddenly are a blur.
Duh da, da duh…
On the page and out the door.
Duh da, da duh…
Doesn’t matter, just how good they were.
Duh da, da duh…
Doesn’t matter…anymore.
Cause’ I’m staring at the screen,
With my fingers on the keys,
But the words don’t seem to want, to flow.
I am stuck here in between,
Fleeting images and needs,
But my blank page blues continue to grow,
They just grow.
Duh da, da duh…two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Duh da, da duh…two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Duh da, da duh…
Maybe there’ll be a day, when I will finally learn.
Duh da, da duh…
To stop these blues, from hitting.
Duh da, da duh…
I’m so pissed off ’cause I sit here and I churn.
Duh da, da duh…
Guess I should have tried knitting.
Cause’ I’m staring at the screen,
With my fingers on the keys,
But the words don’t seem to want, to flow.
I am stuck here in between,
Fleeting images and needs,
But my blank page blues continue to grow,
They just grow.
Duh da, da duh…
Growing and growing…they’re constantly growing.
Duh da, da duh…
Growing and growing…they’re constantly growing.
Duh da, da duh.
Inspiration provided by a Mo Solo rap parody:
P.G. Barnett lives a Texas life in bliss with his wife. Not so much bliss with two female cats. Thus, the warped sense of humor.
Let’s keep in touch — paul@pgbarnett.com
