Thursday 25 July 2019

Kolkata Dylan Blues

Thrown in to the world
Told only nice tales
Grew up believing them
Despite what the world hurled
Couple on the telly
Hugging and smooching
Blood in the papers
No one is watching
Grow up kid
Time to rid
Of all the sunshine
Idea that life's fine
Justice isn't a velvet path
It's blood-skin that a dead man hath
Person on the pavement is asking for money
Words he doesn't mind if you can cough up honey

Went through college school
Numbers don't add up
Or even if they do
You'd still be the cool fool
Thousand and one jobs
Passing and calling
Working for the boss
Without good feeling
Grow up kid
Time to rid
Jobs aren't for the dole
It's your slotted role
Money isn't for keeping
See the earth the worms are heaping
Six feet under or fire-burnt for the earth's keep
Who will know whether you had sown what you did reap

Medicine's called love
Bitter be the taste
You got to swallow it
There isn't any choice dove
Breakups and hookups
Swiping screens of love
Company that you seek
From the stars above
Grow up kid
Time to rid
Love isn't a red heart
Squabbles fill the cart
Marriage is far from fun
Everyone marrying their someone
The smile that you put on every time you step out
You got to make up over the tears that brought them 'bout

Loose pants and shrill voice
Memories are fading
Winnowing wheat from chaff
Bad roads from Rolls Royce
Thinking 'bout legacy
Long-lasting impacts
You tend to forget
As people your facts
Grown up kid
Not yet rid
No one remembers you
All time save a few
Do not think a tome
Bringing it all back home
If you feel good then crush the fruit and taste the juice
Wanna try to spread the feel and enjoy the blues



(To be sung to the tune of Bob Dylan's 'Subterranean Homesick Blues')