Wednesday, 23 October 2013

[No. 162] With my blue microphone, I'll be able to sing the blues

It came today.

And it's such a beautiful thing ... a big snowball to sing to, a white ice snowball called Blue[1], and there can't be any stopping me now, can there?[1], and it's such a beautiful thing ... a big snowball to sing to, a white ice snowball called Blue[2], and I'll get a-ROUND / Oh, I'll get a-ROUND / I'll get a-ROUND about midnight, I'm sure[1], and there can't be any stopping me now, can there?[2], and I want to capture ... moments, man / and I just know ... that they will be forever[1], and I'll get a-ROUND / Oh, I'll get a-ROUND / I'll get a-ROUND about midnight, I'm sure[2], and it makes my GUITAR ... sound as FRESH as a DAISY / and I ain't got no excuses now[1], and I want to capture ... moments, man / and I just know ... that they will be forever[2], and maybe I can really sing, after all[1], and it makes my GUITAR ... sound as FRESH as a DAISY / and I ain't got no excuses now[2], and I'll get a-ROUND, and a-ROUND / twice, just like CHUCK BERRY![1], and maybe I can really sing, after all[2], and if only I had a BLUE CHAIR[1], and I'll get a-ROUND, and a-ROUND / twice, just like CHUCK BERRY![2], and I could sit in that chair, all day, all night, getting so blue[1], and if only I had a BLUE CHAIR[2], and / yeah, blue, just like Picasso's blind guitarist[1], and I could sit in that chair, all day, all night, getting so blue[2], and if only Robert Johnson were alive, what would he play/sing? / blues like a diamond bullet straight to our hearts[1], and / yeah, blue, just like Picasso's blind guitarist[2], and so ... let me sing / and I'll play myself beyond the THREE / a-ROUND here[1], and if only Robert Johnson were alive, what would he play/sing? / blues like a diamond bullet straight to our hearts[2], and I can't stop / don't want to[1], and so ... let me sing / and I'll play myself beyond the THREE / a-ROUND here[2], and now / playing it back, and back, and back? / It's a joy to listen to, to, to ...[1], and I can't stop / don't want to[2], and / 'Some of these days you’ll miss me, honey' / Yes, even better than literature, so alive[1], and now / playing it back, and back, and back? / It's a joy to listen to, to, to ...[2], and it's such a beautiful thing ... a big snowball to sing to, a white ice snowball called Blue[3], and / 'Some of these days you’ll miss me, honey' / Yes, even better than literature, so alive[2], and there can't be any stopping me now, can there?[3], and I'll get a-ROUND / Oh, I'll get a-ROUND / I'll get a-ROUND about midnight, I'm sure[3], and I want to capture ... moments, man / and I just know ... that they will be forever[3], and it makes my GUITAR ... sound as FRESH as a DAISY / and I ain't got no excuses now[3], and maybe I can really sing, after all[3], and I'll get a-ROUND, and a-ROUND / twice, just like CHUCK BERRY![3], and if only I had a BLUE CHAIR[3], and I could sit in that chair, all day, all night, getting so blue[3], and / yeah, blue, just like Picasso's blind guitarist[3], and if only Robert Johnson were alive, what would he play/sing? / blues like a diamond bullet straight to our hearts[3], and so ... let me sing / and I'll play myself beyond the THREE / a-ROUND here[3], and I can't stop / don't want to[3], and now / playing it back, and back, and back? / It's a joy to listen to, to, to ...[3], and / 'Some of these days you’ll miss me, honey' / Yes, even better than literature, so alive[3], and

And it's such a beautiful thing ... a big snowball to sing to, a white ice snowball called Blue[1], and there can't be any stopping me now, can there?[1], and it's such a beautiful thing ... a big snowball to sing to, a white ice snowball called Blue[2], and I'll get a-ROUND / Oh, I'll get a-ROUND / I'll get a-ROUND about midnight, I'm sure[1], and there can't be any stopping me now, can there?[2], and I want to capture ... moments, man / and I just know ... that they will be forever[1], and I'll get a-ROUND / Oh, I'll get a-ROUND / I'll get a-ROUND about midnight, I'm sure[2], and it makes my GUITAR ... sound as FRESH as a DAISY / and I ain't got no excuses now[1], and I want to capture ... moments, man / and I just know ... that they will be forever[2], and maybe I can really sing, after all[1], and it makes my GUITAR ... sound as FRESH as a DAISY / and I ain't got no excuses now[2], and I'll get a-ROUND, and a-ROUND / twice, just like CHUCK BERRY![1], and maybe I can really sing, after all[2], and if only I had a BLUE CHAIR[1], and I'll get a-ROUND, and a-ROUND / twice, just like CHUCK BERRY![2], and I could sit in that chair, all day, all night, getting so blue[1], and if only I had a BLUE CHAIR[2], and / yeah, blue, just like Picasso's blind guitarist[1], and I could sit in that chair, all day, all night, getting so blue[2], and if only Robert Johnson were alive, what would he play/sing? / blues like a diamond bullet straight to our hearts[1], and / yeah, blue, just like Picasso's blind guitarist[2], and so ... let me sing / and I'll play myself beyond the THREE / a-ROUND here[1], and if only Robert Johnson were alive, what would he play/sing? / blues like a diamond bullet straight to our hearts[2], and I can't stop / don't want to[1], and so ... let me sing / and I'll play myself beyond the THREE / a-ROUND here[2], and now / playing it back, and back, and back? / It's a joy to listen to, to, to ...[1], and I can't stop / don't want to[2], and / 'Some of these days you’ll miss me, honey' / Yes, even better than literature, so alive[1], and now / playing it back, and back, and back? / It's a joy to listen to, to, to ...[2], and it's such a beautiful thing ... a big snowball to sing to, a white ice snowball called Blue[3], and / 'Some of these days you’ll miss me, honey' / Yes, even better than literature, so alive[2], and there can't be any stopping me now, can there?[3], and I'll get a-ROUND / Oh, I'll get a-ROUND / I'll get a-ROUND about midnight, I'm sure[3], and I want to capture ... moments, man / and I just know ... that they will be forever[3], and it makes my GUITAR ... sound as FRESH as a DAISY / and I ain't got no excuses now[3], and maybe I can really sing, after all[3], and I'll get a-ROUND, and a-ROUND / twice, just like CHUCK BERRY![3], and if only I had a BLUE CHAIR[3], and I could sit in that chair, all day, all night, getting so blue[3], and / yeah, blue, just like Picasso's blind guitarist[3], and if only Robert Johnson were alive, what would he play/sing? / blues like a diamond bullet straight to our hearts[3], and so ... let me sing / and I'll play myself beyond the THREE / a-ROUND here[3], and I can't stop / don't want to[3], and now / playing it back, and back, and back? / It's a joy to listen to, to, to ...[3], and / 'Some of these days you’ll miss me, honey' / Yes, even better than literature, so alive[3], and

And it's such a beautiful thing ... a big snowball to sing to, a white ice snowball called Blue[1], and there can't be any stopping me now, can there?[1], and it's such a beautiful thing ... a big snowball to sing to, a white ice snowball called Blue[2], and I'll get a-ROUND / Oh, I'll get a-ROUND / I'll get a-ROUND about midnight, I'm sure[1], and there can't be any stopping me now, can there?[2], and I want to capture ... moments, man / and I just know ... that they will be forever[1], and I'll get a-ROUND / Oh, I'll get a-ROUND / I'll get a-ROUND about midnight, I'm sure[2], and it makes my GUITAR ... sound as FRESH as a DAISY / and I ain't got no excuses now[1], and I want to capture ... moments, man / and I just know ... that they will be forever[2], and maybe I can really sing, after all[1], and it makes my GUITAR ... sound as FRESH as a DAISY / and I ain't got no excuses now[2], and I'll get a-ROUND, and a-ROUND / twice, just like CHUCK BERRY![1], and maybe I can really sing, after all[2], and if only I had a BLUE CHAIR[1], and I'll get a-ROUND, and a-ROUND / twice, just like CHUCK BERRY![2], and I could sit in that chair, all day, all night, getting so blue[1], and if only I had a BLUE CHAIR[2], and / yeah, blue, just like Picasso's blind guitarist[1], and I could sit in that chair, all day, all night, getting so blue[2], and if only Robert Johnson were alive, what would he play/sing? / blues like a diamond bullet straight to our hearts[1], and / yeah, blue, just like Picasso's blind guitarist[2], and so ... let me sing / and I'll play myself beyond the THREE / a-ROUND here[1], and if only Robert Johnson were alive, what would he play/sing? / blues like a diamond bullet straight to our hearts[2], and I can't stop / don't want to[1], and so ... let me sing / and I'll play myself beyond the THREE / a-ROUND here[2], and now / playing it back, and back, and back? / It's a joy to listen to, to, to ...[1], and I can't stop / don't want to[2], and / 'Some of these days you’ll miss me, honey' / Yes, even better than literature, so alive[1], and now / playing it back, and back, and back? / It's a joy to listen to, to, to ...[2], and it's such a beautiful thing ... a big snowball to sing to, a white ice snowball called Blue[3], and / 'Some of these days you’ll miss me, honey' / Yes, even better than literature, so alive[2], and there can't be any stopping me now, can there?[3], and I'll get a-ROUND / Oh, I'll get a-ROUND / I'll get a-ROUND about midnight, I'm sure[3], and I want to capture ... moments, man / and I just know ... that they will be forever[3], and it makes my GUITAR ... sound as FRESH as a DAISY / and I ain't got no excuses now[3], and maybe I can really sing, after all[3], and I'll get a-ROUND, and a-ROUND / twice, just like CHUCK BERRY![3], and if only I had a BLUE CHAIR[3], and I could sit in that chair, all day, all night, getting so blue[3], and / yeah, blue, just like Picasso's blind guitarist[3], and if only Robert Johnson were alive, what would he play/sing? / blues like a diamond bullet straight to our hearts[3], and so ... let me sing / and I'll play myself beyond the THREE / a-ROUND here[3], and I can't stop / don't want to[3], and now / playing it back, and back, and back? / It's a joy to listen to, to, to ...[3], and / 'Some of these days you’ll miss me, honey' / Yes, even better than literature, so alive[3], and