désenchanté
Seven Year Blues
I’m sick of the blues
I’m sick of reggae too
I’m sick of rock and country
rap and techno too
I’m sick of madonna and bono
of course I always was
I’m sick of world music
ambient trance and dub
I am sick to death of everything
I always loved to do
I’m sick to death everything
but most of all of you
I’m fed up with cuisine nouvelle
I’m burned out on cajun too
(I’m) bored with boulebaise
with Thai and Greek I’m through
I wish I had a dollar
for every overpriced bordeaux
I wish I had a dime for every
slimy escargot
I am sick to death of everything
I always loved to do
I’m sick to death everything
but most of all of you
I’m désenchanté with
Canne and St Tropez
I cannot regain
that
simpaticissimo
I felt in Spain
I cannot explain
this ennui borders on pain
mais tout autour du monde
it’s all about the same
I’m sick to death of everything
I ever loved to do
I’m sick to death everything
and most of all of you
1/19/94
©1994, TK Major
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