This came to me last night in a flash and an artist can not question instinct. It's his muse awakening. If it pleases the masses or not is another topic entirely.
The song is in the key of C, but for some reason I was motivated to start the verse on the IV (F) chord. It's not a minor blues, but the structure smells like blues to me and the lyrics appear to be the philosopher who lives inside my brain amusing himself once more. So, it's the Philosopher Blues. If Van Morrison wanted to record this song and put it on his next album I would have no problem with that. None. That's fine with me. Just spell my name right, Van. Oggy Bleacher. Written by Oggy Bleacher. That would solve a lot of problems.
Sperm Think God
Is A Man
Sperm Think God
Is A Man
Sperm Think God
Is A Man
And the Devil
and the Devil
is his right hand.
We look to our right
but that's somebody's left
We look to our right
but that's somebody's left
We look to our right
but that's somebody's left
We look so many times
so many times
that we don't see the mess
These quilted times
are our tapestry
These quilted times
are our tapestry
These quilted times
are our tapestry
And my Schiz-o-phre-ni-a
is a catastrophe
We lives our lives
in a state of denial
We lives our lives
in a state of denial
We lives our lives
in a state of denial
No we don't, no we don't, no we don't.
