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Alzheimer Blues

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Added on 3 June 2014

Year of creation
2014

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COLLABORATION / PAPLOVIANTE AND EWEN ALLARDYCE
----------------------------Alzheimer’s Blues ...

Lyrics: BY EWEN ALLARDYCE

Oh yeah … I can feel, I can feel a groove … mmm, yeah … makes me wanna move my feet …
Oh yeah, to the cool blues beat … ah, hah … there’s something like a crack, I think my memory’s coming back …

I’m standing in the middle of this room
It’s mighty warm could be the month of June.
I feel this sound deep in my chest
Oh its thumping, it’s pumping it just won’t rest.
I’m, somewhat reserved, I’m even considered.
I ain’t forgetful honey just bewildered.

I see you face right before me,
It vaguely familiar is your name, Noreen?
You got water, running down your cheeks,
What are they called these facial leaks?
I’m, somewhat reserved, even considered.
I ain’t forgetful honey just bewildered.

Someone is saying, Hey Joe,
It seems, so, damn long ago
Maybe it’s me and maybe it’s not,
I guess for now, it’s all I got.
I’m, somewhat reserved, even considered.
I ain’t forgetful honey just bewildered. (Geetar … )

A lucid Moment, I know who I am,
I’m a musician and I really sang.
I played … oh, damn, it’s slipping away,
I’m standing here, what was I gonna say?
I’m, somewhat reserved, even considered.
I ain’t forgetful honey just bewildered.

Now I feel the rhythm, it’s come back again,
Still can’t remember how to count to ten.
My feet are tapping, that sure feels good,
I’m looking around this ain’t my neighbourhood.
I’m, somewhat reserved, I’m even considered.
I ain’t forgetful honey just bewildered.

Oh Sweet lord, come rescue me!
I’m trapped in my head, can’t make nobody see.
I look at these hands, they don’t look like mine.
My feet are tapping, must be having a good time.
I’m, somewhat reserved, even considered.
I ain’t forgetful honey just bewildered.

I’m standing in the middle of this room,
It’s mighty warm could be the month of June.
There’re strangers in my home and won’t go away,
Oh Sweet Lord, what day is today?
I’m, somewhat reserved, even considered.
I ain’t forgetful honey just bewildered.

Trapped inside this lonesome head … Feelings come and go, maybe I’m dead …
What’s wrong wit you? Was it something I said … What’s that you say, it’s time for bed …

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