I'm sick of the blues

There was a time -- a while back, mind you -- when I was writing so many song lyrics that I couldn't keep up, music-wise. Actually, judging from the quality of many of those songs, I couldn't keep up lyric-wise, either, but we'll let that go. For now.

That meant the musical dropback plan b of the 20th century -- the blues.

One day when I'd run out of music and run out of words and yet still found myself writing a song, I found myself singing, "I'm sick of the blues." And I thought -- ah, an instant classic.

But, gee, I love the blues. So I quickly began ticking off a list of musical genres that I was even more sick of. That was good for a verse... (And please keep in mind this was 1994, too. Hence the dated cultural references.) Trendy cuisine, another verse. And where else to go from there but around the world...

Formulaic? I wear my formulae on my sleeve. Er, sleeves. Whatever.

Anyhow, if the lyrical conceit seems a might precious, you might want to check out the dub version (from 1999; just below the other play and download links). The fictional vignette posted with the previous AYoS version is a riff on that mix.


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Désenchanté
1/19/94

I'm sick of the blues
I'm sick of reggae too
I'm sick of rock and country
rap and techno too
I'm sick of Madonna and Bono
of course I always was
m sick of world music
ambient trance and dub
I am sick to death of everything
I always loved to do
I'm sick to death everything
but most of all of you

I'm fed up with cuisine nouvelle
I'm cuttin' off Cajun too
I'm bored with bouillabaisse
with Thai and Greek I'm through
I wish I had a dollar
for every overpriced Bordeaux
I wish I had a dime for every time
you blew my roll
I am sick to death of everything
I always loved to do
I'm sick to death everything
but most of all of you

I'm désenchanté with
Cannes and St Tropez
I cannot regain
that simpaticismo
I felt in Spain
I can't explain
this ennui borders on pain
but all around the world
everything's about the same
I'm sick to death of everything
I ever loved to do
I'm sick to death everything
but most of all of you

1/19/94
(C)1994, TK Major