My Blues are funky...... They beat in a low sweet tempo---- reaching-out to hearts in a melody that's simple. You be down for-me..... I be down for-we.....and we flow on butterfly wings. My Blues are ****, cool, and real..... like a heart-attack in your *** *****.....that erupts a great spill. My Blues have no rhythm..... My Blues have no rhyme.... My Blues catch you slipping in-and-out of time. For.... My Blues is Love and when it's real.....It cannot be defined. My Blues!