Howling For You - 13 Blues Songs Read online

Howling For You

  13 Blues Song Lyrics

  Paul Whybrow

  Copyright 2015 Paul Whybrow

  Published by Paul Whybrow

  Cover Art: Google Images

  Howling For You

  13 Blues Song Lyrics

  License Notes

  This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold

  or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person,

  please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did

  not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return it and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work

  of this author.

  Howling For You

  13 Blues Song Lyrics

  Disclaimer

  This book is a work of fiction. While some of the place names are real, characters are the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

  Howling For You

  13 Blues Song Lyrics

  'The price of being a sheep is boredom.

  The price of being a wolf is loneliness.

  Choose one or the other with great care.'

  Hugh McLeod

  Contents

  The Song Lyrics

  Wringing My Heart Out

  Begin Again

  Bits of my Heart

  My Own Worst Enemy

  Rusty Chest Blues

  She's The Breeze

  The Blues Are Mine

  Her Sweetness Brought Me Down

  Outside Looking In

  In Search Of A Distance

  Stolen Happiness

  Wisdom Gets Me Nothing

  I Left Normal

  The End

  About The Author

  Also by Paul Whybrow

  Novellas

  Short Stories

  Song Lyrics

  Poetry

  Novels 

  Connect with the author

  Howling For You

  13 Blues Song Lyrics

  Paul Whybrow

  Wringing My Heart Out

  Grabbing my heart in both hands

  I try to squeeze some joy

  from the way we've dried up.

  Only tears flow.

  You watch me fall apart.

  Heart's in a tangle,

  heart's all a-mangled.

  No juice—

  just the bare bones of love.

  Handing you my heart,

  you shake it with scorn.

  Say you knew the river

  of love was now a desert,

  all dust and stones.

  Heart's in a tangle,

  heart's all a-mangled.

  No juice—

  just the bare bones of love.

  My heart rattles drily

  in my hollow chest,

  as it tumbles across

  the wasteland of my soul,

  beneath a merciless sky.

  Heart's in a tangle,

  heart's all a-mangled.

  No juice—

  just the bare bones of love.

  Begin Again

  You'll get over it,

  though you don't know how.

  You'll pull through,

  and make it somehow.

  Begin again.

  Begin again.

  Love yourself,

  And begin again.

  The darkest time

  Is just before the dawn.

  No point flogging a dead horse,

  When you're about to be reborn.

  Begin again.

  Begin again.

  Love yourself,

  And begin again.

  It takes two to tango,

  But dance on your own.

  Grass is greener over there,

  Though you've seed yet to sow.

  Begin again.

  Begin again.

  Love yourself,

  And begin again.

  The longest journey

  Begins with one step.

  There's miles to go

  Before you sleep.

  Begin again.

  Begin again.

  Love yourself,

  And begin again.

  Bits of my Heart

  It's not all broke.

  Bits of my heart

  Work quite well.

  Slow to start,

  That much is true,

  But ticks-over nicely.

  Give it a kick.

  See if you can

  Get 'er started.

  Some rattles

  And bangs

  Are characterful.

  It squeaks

  And judders too.

  But what are yer gonna do?

  Bits of my heart

  Are bodged together.

  Others rebuilt, good as new.

  It's not the age,

  It's the mileage.

  Mine's done many laps.

  It knows what you want.

  What you need—

  Why not give it a go?

  It can't hurt,

  Ain't built that way.

  Born to run with you.

  My Own Worst Enemy

  I've got the weapons.

  Know how to hurt.

  Where to injure me,

  How to halt the healing.

  I'm my own worst enemy.

  You can't hurt me more

  Than I hurt myself.

  So, don't even try.

  I'm lined up against me.

  May try back-stabbing too.

  Going to bring myself down.

  Grind me into the ground.

  I'm my own worst enemy.

  You can't hurt me more

  Than I hurt myself.

  So, don't even try.

  Got a heap of self-hatred.

  No one's as bad as I am.

  You don't stand a chance.

  I got to me first.

  I'm my own worst enemy.

  You can't hurt me more

  Than I hurt myself.

  So, don't even try.

  Rusty Chest Blues

  You know how it feels.

  You've felt the pain too.

  Your life getting empty.

  Memories blowing away.

  Can you hear the echo

  In my rusty chest?

  Not much in there.

  Hinges rusted shut.

  I'm a walking tomb.

  A dusty charnel house.

  It's all behind me now.

  I'm waiting for the end.

  Can you hear the echo

  In my rusty chest?

  Not much in there.

  Hinges rusted shut.

  Can't see much coming

  That looks any good.

  It'll fit in what's gone.

  A long and hollow life.

  Can you hear the echo

  In my rusty chest?

  Not much in there.

  Hinges rusted shut.

  She's The Breeze

  I know when she's near.

  Hear her sigh and moan.

  That girl flows easily

  Through the core of me.

  Feel her love flow

  Through your heart.

  Caressing your soul.

  She's the breeze,

  She's the breeze.

  She moves me with a touch.

  Her soft ways are my guide.

  I know I'll never keep her.

  She can't be caught and held.

  Feel her love flow

  Through your heart.


  Caressing your soul.

  She's the breeze,

  She's the breeze.

  She's a dream that comes

  And goes, on her own way.

  Lingering for a moment,

  Then leaving with a kiss.

  Feel her love flow

  Through your heart.

  Caressing your soul.

  She's the breeze,

  She's the breeze.

  The Blues Are Mine

  Been trying all my life

  To get ahead of the game.

  But things always drag me down.

  I'm the same now as I've always been.

  Don't have much.

  I never have,

  It's always been

  This way.

  But I got the blues,

  The blues are mine,

  The blues are mine.

  That job sure paid me well.

  But good things come to an end.

  While the bad stuff hangs around

  Forever—sorrow's my only friend.

  Don't have much.

  I never have,

  It's always been

  This way.

  But I got the blues,

  The blues are mine,

  The blues are mine.

  My woman loved me sweetly.

  But she upped and left on the breeze.

  I've been looking for her everywhere.

  Can't find her in this world.

  Don't have much.

  I never have,

  It's always been

  This way.

  But I got the blues,

  The blues are mine,

  The blues are mine.

  Guess I should mosey along.

  Find something new to do.

  But my get-up-and-go

  Has got up and gone.

  Don't have much.

  I never have,

  It's always been

  This way.

  But I got the blues,

  The blues are mine,

  The blues are mine.

  Her Sweetness Brought Me Down

  That woman was my food and drink.

  I ate her up each and every night.

  Worked through all the courses.

  She sure knew how to cook.

  That girl looked so tasty.

  Thought I'd eat her up.

  Make a meal of her.

  But she held hidden poison.

  Her sweetness brought me down,

  Her sweetness brought me down.

  Things got hot in her soul kitchen.

  Her tight parlour was well-stocked.

  Gorged myself on her sweet treats.

  Got a case of heartache sure enough.

  That girl looked so tasty.

  Thought I'd eat her up.

  Make a meal of her.

  But she held hidden poison.

  Her sweetness brought me down,

  Her sweetness brought me down.

  She knew what she was doing,

  Her magic recipes pulled me in.

  But things swiftly turned so sour.

  I'd been feasting myself on sin.

  That girl looked so tasty.

  Thought I'd eat her up.

  Make a meal of her.

  But she held hidden poison.

  Her sweetness brought me down,

  Her sweetness brought me down.

  Outside, Looking In

  I'm used to where I am.

  I've been here a while.

  It's cold when you're without.

  No cheer without a smile.

  Going to sit and look around.

  Take a look into your windows.

  See what you're a-doing.

  I'm outside, looking in.

  Always outside, looking on.

  I might see something special.

  A nice thing that you've got.

  It ain't my way to want things,

  But I might just creep around.

  Going to sit and look around.

  Take a look into your windows.

  See what you're a-doing.

  I'm outside, looking in.

  Always outside, looking on.

  That woman of yours,

  Who sits there, looking bored.

  She's caught my eye out here,

  Think she's going to prowl my way.

  Going to sit and look around.

  Take a look into your windows.

  See what you're a-doing.

  I'm outside, looking in.

  Always outside, looking on.

  You might want to bar your door.

  Keep me where I belong.

  This stray dog's wandering

  Your walls, sniffing as he goes.

  Going to sit and look around.

  Take a look into your windows.

  See what you're a-doing.

  I'm outside, looking in.

  Always outside, looking on.

  In Search Of A Distance

  Saying that I don't mind

  You getting so close to me,

  Doesn't quell the feeling

  That I urgently want to flee.

  Been searching my whole life

  For a way to find the distance,

  The separation needed to keep

  My sanity.

  Friends and other foes

  Crowd in tight to me.

  I can't decide who to trust.

  Allies turn to enemy.

  Been searching my whole life

  For a way to find the distance,

  The separation needed to keep

  My sanity.

  Family is a ball of thorns.

  Not easily handled.

  No point to it anyway.

  Best left to tumble away.

  Been searching my whole life

  For a way to find the distance,

  The separation needed to keep

  My sanity.

  Wandering off alone,

  I look back at humanity.

  I've been outside always.

  The best way for me to be.

  Been searching my whole life

  For a way to find the distance,

  The separation needed to keep

  My sanity.

  Stolen Happiness

  I knew that it would happen,

  When I saw you across the room.

  The way that you looked at me,

  Told me you felt the same way.

  We shouldn't be together.

  As close as we are this way.

  But our stars have crossed.

  We live for stolen happiness.

  It's as if we were meant to be.

  We fit together perfectly.

  Missing soul-mates, we've met

  At just the wrong time.

  We shouldn't be together.

  As close as we are this way.

  But our stars have crossed.

  We live for stolen happiness.

  You're with someone special.

  And so am I, they're really nice.

  We can't hurt them, it's just not fair.

  But they're not you, I'm so confused.

  We shouldn't be together.

  As close as we are this way.

  But our stars have crossed.

  We live for stolen happiness.

  We should part, end this thing.

  Do what's right and expected.

  It will end in pain if we don't.

  It's going to hurt, whatever we do.

  We shouldn't be together.

  As close as we are this way.

  But our stars have crossed.

  We live for stolen happiness.

  Wisdom Gets Me Nothing

  I wish that I were stupid.

  Life would be more fun.

  Knowing stuff is awful.

  It makes me think, not do.

  Wisdom gets me nothing,

  All I've got's the blues.

  Alone and howling for you.

  Knowledge gets in th
e way

  More often than it helps.

  Hemmed in by doubt,

  I see flaws, not joy.

  Wisdom gets me nothing,

  All I've got's the blues.

  Alone and howling for you.

  The ignorant are blessed.

  While the wise stay cursed.

  Better to be a chattering sparrow,

  Than a lonely pondering owl.

  Wisdom gets me nothing,

  All I've got's the blues.

  Alone and howling for you.

  I Left Normal

  I'm not trying to be strange.

  It's just the way I'm made.

  I don't see things the same way,

  From standing in a different place.

  I left normal years ago.

  Walking through the weird.

  Don't try to understand me.

  Join me for a while.

  Life as an outsider,

  Looking in bemused,

  Gives me strange glimpses

  Of the madness of most lives.

  I left normal years ago.

  Walking through the weird.

  Don't try to understand me.

  Join me for a while.

  You need to be without

  To see what's happening.

  My distance may be remote

  But I fear for your plight.

  I left normal years ago.

  Walking through the weird.

  Don't try to understand me.

  Join me for a while.

  The End

  About The Author

   

  Paul Whybrow has a young head on old shoulders.

  Ex many things, including being a teacher, counsellor,

  librarian, dispatch-rider, milk-man, postman, bar man,

  house renovator, classic vehicle restorer, courier,

  van driver, factory worker, project manager,

  live-in carer for the elderly, editor, photographer,

  volunteer at a community centre, play-schemes,

  homeless campaigns and nature conservation projects.

  I wrote non-fiction magazine articles for ages,

  but turned to creative writing in the summer of