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April 14, 2002 blue movie I had the blues.  not depression, mind you, but the kind of sadness that makes you feel special, like someone is hiding in the bushes making a movie and you're the world-weary star.  That kind. So I removed my shirt, fully aware that sex sells.  Unfortunately, a Purple Finch, blinded by my winter whiteness, flew beaklong into my neighbor's red brick house.  I pretended not to notice and strapped on my guitar to play a tedious and poorly executed blues riff while singing these original, yet profoundly unoriginal, lyrics:                                     I've lived as a sinner,                                     I've lived as a saint;                                     I never like the life i'm living,                                     Always want the one I ain't.                                     'Cuz the grass is always greener,                                     Where you left the blues behind.                                     Yeah, the grass is always greener,                                     Where you left the blues behind.                                     You know it, colored white boy,                                     You can seek, but you can't find. CUT!

©  2002 by the beastmaster