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I am NOT a blues player, but stumbled across an odd collection of 12 bar fingerings while doodling. The end result came about pretty quickly.
It's about me complaining about the crowds in Sydney and, when I got home, finding that the kangaroos had raided my vegetable patch - then seeing the ubiquitous shattered soul on the TV news after his house had been bombed and who knows what other atrocities he had been through. It made me realised that I'd rather have the "jiguma blues" anyday than what he was going through. I still like a good complain, but at least I now have it in better perspective.
Despite the important message, this is meant to be a fun song - get yer kazoos out and sing along with the ending! And I came in under 3 minutes - now that's a first!
Forgive my slide parts - I'm kind of new at it ;-)
Loud is best.
It's about me complaining about the crowds in Sydney and, when I got home, finding that the kangaroos had raided my vegetable patch - then seeing the ubiquitous shattered soul on the TV news after his house had been bombed and who knows what other atrocities he had been through. It made me realised that I'd rather have the "jiguma blues" anyday than what he was going through. I still like a good complain, but at least I now have it in better perspective.
Despite the important message, this is meant to be a fun song - get yer kazoos out and sing along with the ending! And I came in under 3 minutes - now that's a first!
Forgive my slide parts - I'm kind of new at it ;-)
Loud is best.
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Lyrics
Jiguma Blues
© 2006 Neil Porter
Spent last week in the middle of the city
Back of my neck getting – what was that ditty?
All those people, there’s no room to swing a cat
I picked one up but I had to put it back
Seems these days there’s always one thing or another
Got the jiguma blues and I don’t know why I bother
I get back home and I’m walking ‘round the garden
Vegie patch dying, there were good things there just starting
I had more greens than a kangaroo could handle
“Skippy” to some but to others garden vandal
Drawn to my garden like a moth drawn to a candle
I’ve got the jiguma blues – it’s too much for me to handle
I’m sitting in my lounge-room and I’m looking at the TV
I’m looking at a man and I figure he could be me
He’s got his head in his hands and it seems he’s all alone
There’s no-one left and it chills me to the bone
Makes me think that if I had to choose
I’d rather be here with the jiguma blues
It’s getting clear when I read the news
That I can’t complain, I’ve got lots to lose
I’m sitting here between the hills and sea
And I thank the stars that he’s him I’m me
I’ve got four limbs, I’ve got eyes to see
And the jiguma blues sound good to me
© 2006 Neil Porter
Spent last week in the middle of the city
Back of my neck getting – what was that ditty?
All those people, there’s no room to swing a cat
I picked one up but I had to put it back
Seems these days there’s always one thing or another
Got the jiguma blues and I don’t know why I bother
I get back home and I’m walking ‘round the garden
Vegie patch dying, there were good things there just starting
I had more greens than a kangaroo could handle
“Skippy” to some but to others garden vandal
Drawn to my garden like a moth drawn to a candle
I’ve got the jiguma blues – it’s too much for me to handle
I’m sitting in my lounge-room and I’m looking at the TV
I’m looking at a man and I figure he could be me
He’s got his head in his hands and it seems he’s all alone
There’s no-one left and it chills me to the bone
Makes me think that if I had to choose
I’d rather be here with the jiguma blues
It’s getting clear when I read the news
That I can’t complain, I’ve got lots to lose
I’m sitting here between the hills and sea
And I thank the stars that he’s him I’m me
I’ve got four limbs, I’ve got eyes to see
And the jiguma blues sound good to me
Rolls right along. I like it!