"Multiple Blues" Lyrics

So you think you know what it's like
Or maybe you don't.
You'll try to understand
Or maybe you won't.

It's all the same to me
My friend, cause either way
I live with D.I.D.
On every blessed day.

Like changing a shirt
Or closing a door,
I switch when I must
Sometimes less, sometimes more.

It once saved my life,
Got me out of some scenes.
I rose above the strife
Dissociated the means?

By which I just did it.
That's right, I just hid it
Even from myself.

Well, whaddya know?

I've got those way out, played out, kicked about, quick-as-a-trout, sidestep the clout, find an alternate route..
Neat trick, heartsick, quite a trip, gotta get a grip..multiple blues.

I guess the good news
Is when the going gets rough,
There's always someone to choose
Who knows just how to hang tough.

When I'm in a fix
Back pressed against a wall,
My system will mix,
Send someone dancing down the hall.

Of course, the downside is clear,
I'm sure you'll agree.
It's quite rarely, I fear,
That I feel solidly me.

Sometimes when I try
To simply eat as I please,
I have to ask why
I chose carrots and peas.

I don't even like them.
But someone must like them.
So where did they go???

Well, whaddya know?

I've got those way out, played out, kicked about, quick-as-a-trout, sidestep the clout, find an alternate route..
Neat trick, heartsick, quite a trip, gotta get a grip..multiple blues.

So here's what I'll say,
I'll say what I see.
Things got real screwed up
For you and for me.

If you stayed safe as "one,"
I'd ask how you cope
With violence and greed,
And radioactive isotopes?

If you say to me,
That's a different situation,
I'd have to say to you,
You got your own dissociation.

The evil's the same
To different degrees,
And the answer to the game
Is out there blowing in the breeze.

We're in this together.
Have you noticed the weather?
Let's try to get real?
Well, whaddya know?
I've got those way out, played out, kicked about, quick-as-a-trout, sidestep the clout, find an alternate route..
Neat trick, heartsick, quite a trip, gotta get a grip...multiple blues.



		"Multiple Blues"
			Music: Mary Juneau Lyrics: Judith Remet
	So you think you know what it's like Or maybe you don't. You'll try to understand Or maybe you won't. It's all the same to me My friend, cause either way I live with D.I.D. On every blessed day. Like changing a shirt Or closing a door, I switch when I must Sometimes less, sometimes more. It once saved my life, Got me out of some scenes. I rose above the strife Dissociated the means? By which I just did it. That's right, I just hid it Even from myself. Well, whaddya know? I've got those way out, played out, kicked about, quick-as-a-trout, sidestep the clout, find an alternate route.. Neat trick, heartsick, quite a trip, gotta get a grip..multiple blues. I guess the good news Is when the going gets rough, There's always someone to choose Who knows just how to hang tough. When I'm in a fix Back pressed against a wall, My system will mix, Send someone dancing down the hall. Of course, the downside is clear, I'm sure you'll agree. It's quite rarely, I fear, That I feel solidly me. Sometimes when I try To simply eat as I please, I have to ask why I chose carrots and peas. I don't even like them. But someone must like them. So where did they go??? Well, whaddya know? I've got those way out, played out, kicked about, quick-as-a-trout, sidestep the clout, find an alternate route.. Neat trick, heartsick, quite a trip, gotta get a grip..multiple blues. So here's what I'll say, I'll say what I see. Things got real screwed up For you and for me. If you stayed safe as "one," I'd ask how you cope With violence and greed, And radioactive isotopes? If you say to me, That's a different situation, I'd have to say to you, You got your own dissociation. The evil's the same To different degrees, And the answer to the game Is out there blowing in the breeze. We're in this together. Have you noticed the weather? Let's try to get real? Well, whaddya know? I've got those way out, played out, kicked about, quick-as-a-trout, sidestep the clout, find an alternate route.. Neat trick, heartsick, quite a trip, gotta get a grip...multiple blues.
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