Here’s how it all came about.  The year was 2008 and I was still hampered by mobility issues.  Not to mention hampered by the rather fulsome doses of pain medication, which may explain the whole thing.  Nerve pain, it turns out, is a real bugger to manage.  Anyway, I was pondering how best to pass the time when I got this idea. So I says to myself, “Self, what you need to do is make some wire baskets.”  Self agreed most readily and shuffled about to gather the tools and materials for the job. And so it was, that with some great blues recordings providing the soundtrack, I set about the task of making some wire baskets to store my tools and other flotsam and jetsam in.  (Why would you want to do that? I hear you ask.  Because that’s the kind of girl I am; I like making things with wire.  Okay?)

Somewhere along the line I shifted from listening to the blues to composing them.

I had forgotten all about it–along with most things from those times–until a couple days ago when I stumbled across Wire-Bendin’ Blues on an old PC (while searching for The Chook House Blues for the previous post).  I should add here that I do not have a musical bone in my body, so am wholly dependent on finding a talented musician who has the chops to handle this work with the inspiration and skill it so obviously deserves.   If any amongst you might be that person, I would be most happy to consider collaboration.  Remembering, of course, that I hold the copyright to the lyrics.

So, without further ado, here are the lyrics to Wire-Bendin’ Blues

WIRE-BENDIN’ BLUES

Oh, baby, I got them wire-bending blues,

And I dunno what to do.

I got them wire-bending blues, Oh yeah,

And I dunno what I’m gonna do.

I gotta basket load of troubles

Cause my baby ain’t comin’ home no more.

I got dust in my pocket;

I got dust in my hair;

I got dust in my ears;

Lord, I got dust everywhere.

Yeah, Baby, I got them wire-bending blues,

Tell me what am I gonna do.

I got them wire-bending blues, Honey,

And I dunno what I’m gonna do.

I gotta basket load of troubles

Cause my baby ain’t comin’ home no more.

I’m all tied up in wire,

I’m all twisted inside.

I’m bent and I’m bruised

There’s  nothin’ I ain’t tried.

I got them wire-bending blues, Sugar,

what am I gunna do.

Got them wire-bending blues, Sweet Mama,

What am I s’posed to do?

I gotta basket load of troubles

Cause my baby ain’t comin’ home no more.

I got taxes to pay

And credit cards galore.

Wherever I turn my head

Money’s flyin’ out the door.

I got them wire-bending blues, oh yeah,

I dunno what to do.

I got them wire-bending blues, yeah Baby,

What am I gonna do?

I gotta basket load of troubles

And my baby ain’t comin’ home no more.

I’m gonna buy me a ticket;

Gonna pack up and go.

Gonna leave all my troubles

And let the good times flow.

I got them wire-bending blues, Baby,

I dunno what to do.

I got them wire-bending blues, Oh yeah,

And I dunno what I’m gonna do.

I gotta basket load of troubles

Cause my baby ain’t comin’ home no more.

I’m thinkin’ a harmonica would be the instrument of choice.        MM