The Digital Desolation Row

November 23rd, 2009

True Blue

Posted in The Fine Art by Myself

Bright Eyes – True Blue

I am a blueblood I will admit that
I dance in blue shoes and wear a blue hat
Live in a blue house on a blue street
In a blue town by a blue creek
I write my blue songs with my blue pen
I sing the blue notes to my blue friends
Now I don’t know that much about you
But I like you because you are true blue

I had a blue dream about a blue star
In it I drove there in a blue car
And when I got there I met a blue dog
With a blue tongue, we had real fun
We bounced a blue ball, it broke a blue glass
We banged on blue drums and called it bluegrass
I guess the thing I’m trying to tell you
Is that it is best, kid, if you’re true blue

Once I had gangrene, I had it real bad
And so the Doc came with his black bag
I said “You know doc, I don’t feel well
If you had a blue bag I think I’d get well”
So he came right back with a blue sack
He said “Will this do?” I said, “Why not? Yeah”
That is how I am here today to tell you
That it is best, man, to be true blue 

Out on the blue sea I sailed a blue ship
I had a first mate that always had blue lips
His name was Bluebeard, he had a weird twitch
We flew a blue flag up on a big stick
And we ate bluegill and we ate blue chips
Oh, I felt real blue eating that blue fish
Because there ain’t much that I won’t do
Unless it keeps me from being true blue

Once in a blue moon there is a blue sky
I wear blue jeans and fly my blue kite
It hangs like a bluebird until the wind dies
And then the tears pour out of my blue eyes
If it is your birthday we’ll bake a blue cake
And then we’ll eat it off my blue plates
Because, kid, I don’t know much about you
But I like you because you’re true blue

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