From the recording REFRACTIONS
Lyrics
Turn on the Blues
Here’s a story,
not hard to understand.
Freedom was never the cure
Jonny never got his dues.
Jane sees herself as a victim
And they turn, turn on the blues.
Oh, they turn, turn on the blues
Valiant voices sing
A chorus in tears
People don’t want to be free anymore.
They just want to be safe
And turn, turn on the blues.
Oh, turn, turn on the news.
Freedom is a jungle.
Someone, something,
somewhere takes a drastic turn
They’re taking out the white folks
in broad daylight
And turn, turn on the blues.
And, turn, turn on the news.
With quasi compassion,
and substitute dues
tangled in fashion
One can not refuse
Quasi compassion
and substitute dues
Till there’s nothing to give
And nothing to lose
But turn, turn on the blues.
And, turn, turn on the blues.
Turn, turn on the blues.
And, turn, turn on the blues
