Bangalore Blues

Radha Thomas, Aman Mahajan, 2012

I’m all alone,
All my welcomes worn
I feel so sad ‘cos I’m oh so far from my home
I can’t get up and go
Cos I ain’t got the dough
I’m stuck here in the sleet and rain and the snow
I dream of purple trees
Gardens filled with bees

I’m down with an awful case of the Bangalore Blues

I can smell the rain
Playing dirty tricks on my brain
I wish it was close so I could just hop on a train
But that city’s too far
I can’t get there by car
So all that’s left to do is go find me a bar
But one day soon I’ll fly
I’ll take to those friendly skies

But right now I’m filled with a case of the Bangalore Blues

My friends they all said
That travelling’s bad for your head
Be careful there girl or you could wind up being dead
Back then I didn’t care
I knew I wouldn’t scare
I was so damn sure about all my pizzazz and my flair
I was filled with confidence
And new experience

But I got stuck with a case of the Bangalore
I fell down with a case of the Bangalore
I was stumped by a case of the Bangalore Blues

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