Who would choose to live this way?
Only an artist or a b u m.
For me it's a fine line, which was I? Artist? B u m??
Perhaps a little of both.
My bad habits, they are many, any kind of drug
that I could afford, I would take.
These days, I groove to the tune,
I Just Want To Be Sedated
My romantic life is non-existent,
I want just a hug, a small touch, to feel somewhat human.
Hopeless, I feel hopeless. There seems to be no escape.
I can't trust anyone, yet I have to, or I get dick-all.
I play blues on the street corner. Oh yes, I have got the blues.
People look my way, listen, throw some coin, a few bills drop.
My calculating mind calculates the cost of a bottle of wine
Soon, I am moved along, storefronts are monitored ,
shop owners grumble as I stand and plead my case,
then close my case and count the money later.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 10:08 AM UTC
Who would choose to live this way?
Only an artist or a b u m.
For me it's a fine line, which was I? Artist? B u m??
Perhaps a little of both.
My bad habits, they are many, any kind of drug
that I could afford, I would take.
These days, I groove to the tune,
I Just Want To Be Sedated
My romantic life is non-existent,
I want just a hug, a small touch, to feel somewhat human.
Hopeless, I feel hopeless. There seems to be no escape.
I can't trust anyone, yet I have to, or I get dick-all.
I play blues on the street corner. Oh yes, I have got the blues.
People look my way, listen, throw some coin, a few bills drop.
My calculating mind calculates the cost of a bottle of wine
Soon, I am moved along, storefronts are monitored ,
shop owners grumble as I stand and plead my case,
then close my case and count the money later.
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