Perhaps the blues is a woman
the middle of a stormy sea
supernatural creature hard to understand
a strange and sometimes cruel lady...

I gave her the sand
from far away distant castles
to the shores of her distant land
of a blues drenched love..

Sought just a measure of comfort
searching for the clue
I paint these words
Mississippi blues for you...

Put a bullet in my brain
an earthquake beneath me
hop on a southbound train
leave me feeling guilty..

You the black rabbit
who stalked my dreams
a diffused membrane of reality
nothing was what it seemed..

It was fire
that made Prometheus a martyr
for Eve the apple
you my dear are just a pariah..