I Sing Really Moving Songs (Ode to A minor) ©Wendy Ealey 2002

I sing really moving song
About really tragic issues
It just ain’t safe to listen
Without a box of tissues
Your feelings run the gammit
From sad to very sad
As I share with you the details
Of the sorry times I’ve had

I sometimes take to wondering
Should I sing Country and Western
So I could yodel and smile bravely
Countin’ all my tiny blessings
I’d be brave about my bad luck
A little stoic about my heart aches
Bringing some pathos to the story
Proven by the way my voice breaks

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Oh Lord I’m just a bleater
But the bleating’s all the sweeter
With a gently strummed A minor
What in music could be finer

But as I think about it
Would it be better to be bluesy
I could beat my breast and moan and groan
And wish I’d been more choosey
With my fourteen bastard husbands
And my numerous wasted fortunes
When all of this is said and done
They still sound like bloody folk tunes

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How I’d love to be a rocker
Maybe back up for Joe Cocker
But I guess I’ll probably stay
Getting folkier every day
But through all my dreams and visions
And my musical transitions
I’m an awkward kind of bumbler
Whose never sung an uptempo number

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