From the recording Countin' The Days Blues

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Political angst-letting
 
This is a second (quicker, augmented) version of an earlier recording that I shared with some like-minded sufferers in the early summer of 2019.
 
© 2019 Steven E. Cutts 
a Studio C recording summer/fall 2019

Lyrics

I feel worried mostly all the time;
I’m worn down by the drama, the continuous lyin’.
He grabbed all that was good, and he spun it around --
Turned us inside out and upside down.
I’m countin’ the days, countin’ the days until he’s gone.
 
I keep holding my breath, fearing the worst.
We used to be blessed, now we’re majorly cursed.                               
I’m tip-toein’ on egg shells – or maybe hot coals --       
Praying that things don’t spin out of control.                            
I’m countin’ the days, countin’ the days until he’s gone.
 
At first I believed it was a bad, bad dream
And that soon he would just disappear,
But I was deceived – pretty badly it seems --
‘Cause he’s lasted for weeks and for months and for years.
 
Like an innocent man in a prison cell
I keep scratchin’ off days from my sentence in Hell.
I keep hoping ‘gainst hope there’ll be some miracle
Or my head may explode.  Maybe its hopeless, but still
I’m countin’ the days, countin’ the days until he’s gone.
 
            It takes a worried man to sing a worried song;            
            But I doubt that I’m suff’ring alone.            
            If you feel like me, come on and sing along --               
            A keening, communal, cathartic, cacophonous moan.
 
I feel worried mostly all the time . . .

The Prime Cutts

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