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Yesterday's Yesterday

4/19/2022

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Yesterday’s yesterday…
Forty-eight hours and ten minutes plus,
we spent all but two talking about us.
Are we so complicated?
So much you have tolerated,
how often you said I’m a strung-out man.
Really, I’m just that bass guitarist you fell for in the rock and roll band.
 
My riffs are made from magic, my chords from a quarry of stone.
I’ve played my songs till my flesh is cut to the bone.
You say I care more about my music than I do about you;
I say no, it’s untrue, untrue, untrue!
Can we lock our love up, put it in a box, tie it with a bow?
Then hide it in a place others are scared to go.
 
Now I’m a middle-aged rocker looking for my glory days,
I want to go touring again, what do you say?
I’m a member of the band,
if I don’t voyage with them, I’ll be in never, never land.
‘Cause music’s my calling I write the verse,
 the tunes come freely when we rehearse.
Your words fall from my ears,
my eyes bleed sorrowful tears
I now see me coming apart,
is it the love for my music or the love for your heart?
 
Yesterday’s yesterday…
Forty-eight hours and ten minutes plus,
we spent all but two talking about us.
So, you’re letting me go, I owe you again
you’re not only my lover you’re my bestest friend.
I’ll call you each day, I promise no less.
I’ll pay the groupies no mind, the ultimate acid test.
 Afterall, I’m now an aged rocker, I do need my rest.
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