12 June 2012
Sitting on a corner
Plucking out the blues,
Perhaps one day you'll hear me,
One day I might get through.
Pouring out my heart and soul
Singing in the rain,
Hoping for a coin or two
To make worthwhile the pain.
Most days my fingers just go numb
As I press them against the strings
So hard they begin to bleed
But you all don't see these things.
I could be a rock star
Playing in disguise
To feel free, liberated
Serenading the gloomy skies
But you wouldn't notice
Wandering about
You don't hear music as you go on by
Just drown the magic out.
I play away so exquisitely
Making my beauty cry,
Cry out oh so beautifully,
Cry a lullaby
As you all run for shelter
And the night clouds close on in,
Soothing the frozen statues,
Cooing at the pigeons,
Sending this city to sleep
I can see its not enough,
All I wanted was some money
Just wanted a couple bucks,
But my only reward
Is fingers worked to the bone
As I round off my last serenade
In the street now all alone.
No, no-one listened today again
Just like the day before,
Perhaps a sandwich if I'm lucky
Nothing less, nothing more.
Yes, my craftsmanship goes unanswered
As I sound my melodic call
But perhaps one day you'll hear me
Through the din, through it all.
Busker • Opuss № I