Singing the blues…sort of

Sigh…I was going to write a proper post, and in it were going to be all the fantastic details about my trip to the glacier and about swing dancing in the rain at the Bundesplatz and about a few interesting things Simon let slip and about very interesting discussions with the Senegalese ladies at my work and everything about Lena and Mathew’s visit and the hilarious dinner party we had and about the next developments in the bureaucratic tango and the weirdest medieval village ever and the National Day fireworks and…and…and…????!

I’ll get to that.

In another post.

But I’ll start off with a song I wrote.

I’ve been writing songs off and on for 10 years now, but I’ve never shared one I don’t think. There’s a first time for everything. This’n’s a little blues number.

 

If you go in to business, you’ll go to London, Paris and Rome

But if you really want to you can always buy a ticket back home.

If you go into wandering, you can do all of that too

But if you want to go back home there might not be no home to go back to.

If you go into business, then you’ll see Hong Kong and Singapore

If you’ll go into wandering you can do all that and more

But every mountain every valley, every street and every alley

will start to look like you’ve seen it before.

If you go into wandering, you can go everywhere that you want to go

Change with the times, take your time, take a breath and go with the flow

But there’s no mistaking that inevitable aching

When you long to see a face that you know.

If you go into business, earn enough to buy a house of your own

A dog, a bed, a TV and the very latest fancy new phone

If you go into wandering, your phone will change with every new town

Forget the stuff, a shirt’s enough, you’ll only have to drag it around

If you go into business, you’ll have meetings and conference calls

And maybe one fine day you’ll fall in love with the girl down the hall

Five years later all your colleagues will show up for the wedding ball

If you go into wandering, no doubt you’ll find some love on the road

Talk late into the lonely night then hold her fast and hold her close

Because you know every minute that goodbye is what will hurt the most!

 

Thank you very much.

 

 

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About msmarguerite

Young Quebec City-based freelance journalist. once and future nomad. I blog about life, about travel, about things I notice and every so often about work. I enjoy language learning, singing, swing dancing, skating and...other stuff, sometimes. My heart is somewhere in East Africa, Haiti or Eastern Europe. English, français, русский, malo slovensko, un poco de espanol, um pouco de português ndiga ikirundi, mwen ap aprann kreyòl...
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