Blandy McBland-Bland

Blandy McBland-Bland

 

(Verse)

White bread.

Mustard sandwich.

Coffee weak.

Too much sugar.

 

(Chorus)

Thinkin' 'bout.

Thinkin' 'bout.

 

(Verse)

Not said.

Crushes language.

Outlook bleak.

Does it matter.

 

(Chorus)

Thinkin' 'bout.

Thinkin' 'bout.

 

(Bridge)

To say all things in infinite detail.

To find the words, then improvise betrayal.

 

 (Chorus)

Thinkin' 'bout.

Thinkin' 'bout.

Hi Larry,
Pretty bleak sounding lyric. Hope this doesn't signify a personal experience. Happy New year my friend!

Gwyneth! Happy New Year to you, too!

 

This was just me seeing if I could still write a depressing song. Was actually eating a mustard sandwich and drinking weak coffee when I wrote it, LOL.

 

Hey, how come you're not at FAWM. You're missing out on a lot of fun.

Ok good to hear lol
Hmm maybe next time. Thanks