I got my own sour songs, my own sour wrongs,
My own damn right
to sing the blues
Catch me if you can because I’m elusive conclusive
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon tree is impossible to eat
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat
One day beneath the lemon tree I realized I’d been fooled
from the start
Make it a point to fool myself regarding matters of the
heart
Love is very pretty to see
adrenalin runs thickly through my veins
tries to convince me I cause the sour taste
so I swallow the bitter trying not to wallow in self-pity,
To regain insight without blame trying my best to believe
love exists
Our great nation is at the mercy of another oppression
a rising recession a looming depression of immense
proportions
like we’ve only seen once before.
I’m tired of making lemonade with so many lemons
I want to leave the bad behind, keep an open mind
I’ve come to like the taste of bitter lemons discovering it’s
better than nothing at all
Search for direction a solution to the pollution, the
destruction of humans and planet looking for a way out of the confusion, the
inevitable destruction giving up human rights, praying for evolution some
simple solution another revolution
In a rhapsody of blue dreams unable to define, blowing in
the wind
The planets aligned provide piece of mind
a little peace of mind to help hope stay alive to dream
about fresh ground and brewed java served with a little
steamed cream each morning
Sunlight steams though the window blinds provide a remnant
of peace.
A world where everyone’s kind, people refuse to be blind
truth dominates
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat
