Sydney Blues

Moises and I created this blues on our last night together in Sydney at our local gay club, The Columbian. It was inspired by another blues we heard together where the corus always ended in "but I still had....". Wanna point out that not everything is to be taken litterally and we wrote poorly to add to the effect. We also quote a lot of Bob Dylan songs because we were listening to a lot of his music around that time.


So we were homeless, feeling like a rolling stone in the complete unknown.
But we still had a little money.
So me and my honey shacked up in nice hotel with a big bed.
Four days, a slice of heaven.
We drank lots, ate lots, loved lots, and watched some movies!

Then it was time to mooovvve oooon.
Homeless again.
We took our bags and walked.
Yeah baby, it was Melbourne.

Sooo many bags, too many beds, dirty love.
But I still had my teapot!

Then I said 'hey mama! Is there a place on your floor and some food for our souls? Cause my baby and I aint got no where to go'.
She said 'Sure, God bless you'.

Then my baby had an idea.
'Lets go to Sydney and see my brother from another mother'.
So we called and said 'Biba! find us a home!'
He said 'guys, it´s a hard, its a hard, its a really hard time to find a place'.
We said 'no worries mate, see you soon'.
He came to the airport and carried our bags. He was our bitch but we didn't say it to his face.

STILL- too many bags, too many beds, and dirty love with my baby.

We is always been strong, my baby and I.
So when we looked at this appartment we said 'Bitch, it's ours!'
It wasn't big enough for our love, but it fit all my babys shoes.
All Star?
We were the stars!

We walked into bars and boys looked at my baby.
I said, 'wait a minute. Something is happening here, but we don't know what it is.......'
And we spent, and we went and we saw till there was no more.
Two crazy cats having crazy times.

Then the bluest time had come.
My baby and I had to go our seperate ways.
I took him to the airport where we said our goodbyes.
My face was wet but my baby said 'no woman, no cry'
Then he cried.
Saying I love you didn't kill the pain.

To make it worse, the damn engine fell outta my babys plane!
He got stuck in Auckland like a little monkey in a cage, with the saddest eyes a person have ever seen.
He had visitors but them was from another world.

I packed up our appartment, half a bottle of red wine in one hand, and said Adeus to the shoe-box we called a home.
Our landlord was a nutter, but we still had our bond!

And so we come to the end of these blues, but the real blues in my heart won't end till i'm safe in my babys arms again.

Te amo lover.