Homeless Bob
I have plenty enough songs to make another blog like before, but I'll just post this song instead.
Homeless Bob
There’s a man on the corner
Sucking his dirty toe
Like little Jack Horner’s pie
He has a shopping cart
His family’s legacy
He has another holey pair of pants
For when he has to pee
They never seem to last too long
He’s Homeless Bob
He’s a homeless bum
He’s a loser, a boozer
You could call him dumb
But I wouldn’t call him scum
Bob never really had a name
He looked like a burnt-out junkie
All the junkies look the same
So we called him Bob
Rich people want their mansions
Enough to buy them with interest from stocks
Bob, he’d be happy to have a sturdy cardboard box
Bob said he lost his job
I wonder if he ever had one
I think McD’s requires bathing once a year
Bob’s not quite a steer
He still had one ball left after ‘Nam
He still has some class
He still has some soul
His famous painting was “Smeared Sh*t on the Bathroom Wall”
Bob has made a lot of mistakes
He’s always driven on the left side
His lifelong mate is his curled right hand
Living in the gutter where rats tread
The image of poor Bob will always hang in your head
Bob died later
He didn’t have a funeral
But his body is at the cemetery
Good old Bob died of dysentery
Homeless Bob
There’s a man on the corner
Sucking his dirty toe
Like little Jack Horner’s pie
He has a shopping cart
His family’s legacy
He has another holey pair of pants
For when he has to pee
They never seem to last too long
He’s Homeless Bob
He’s a homeless bum
He’s a loser, a boozer
You could call him dumb
But I wouldn’t call him scum
Bob never really had a name
He looked like a burnt-out junkie
All the junkies look the same
So we called him Bob
Rich people want their mansions
Enough to buy them with interest from stocks
Bob, he’d be happy to have a sturdy cardboard box
Bob said he lost his job
I wonder if he ever had one
I think McD’s requires bathing once a year
Bob’s not quite a steer
He still had one ball left after ‘Nam
He still has some class
He still has some soul
His famous painting was “Smeared Sh*t on the Bathroom Wall”
Bob has made a lot of mistakes
He’s always driven on the left side
His lifelong mate is his curled right hand
Living in the gutter where rats tread
The image of poor Bob will always hang in your head
Bob died later
He didn’t have a funeral
But his body is at the cemetery
Good old Bob died of dysentery
I guess I could add that as of late I've been playing with my bros electric guitar that he left, and I actually get somewhere. Sure, I've never taken lessons or anything, but I have a pretty good musical ear, so I know when I get it right. It'll take me 2 minutes to do what someone who knows what they're doing in 10 seconds, but I am content. I also prefer using my bare thumb instead of a pick.(blisters!)
-And I just broke another string
-And I just broke another string
-And I just broke another string
Thus, piano > guitar.
Thus, piano > guitar.
Piano doesn't have quite the sound tone that I want, and I can't move around on a piano as I can on a guitar.
-Technically I didn't break the string, It just had too much tension, so part of the chord buildup has uncurled. It makes the string useless though.
-Technically I didn't break the string, It just had too much tension, so part of the chord buildup has uncurled. It makes the string useless though.
Whee, another guitar player! Playing guitar rules. Except for breaking strings and blistering fingers. OWW
I wouldn't say that I'm a guitar player, its just an occasional hobby.
Well, a piano has 81 keys side by side, they're much bigger that frets, so you can't move around with them that well unless you've played for a long time. Sure, I can play London Bridge is falling down or mary had a little lamb, but I'm more interested in making music.
