| "How Hard (slow demo)" | |
| Early in the morning just lying here droswily, or later in the arvo when there's nothing on TV-- it might set a man to wonder how hard it could be. Yet another lonely day now passes languidly, but I'm far too idle to have a case of accidie; I thought I might as well make a twelve-bar blues (in E) [and, coincidentally, this is also the key]. How hard, how hard, how hard, how hard, how hard can it be? oh, how hard, how hard, how hard, how hard, how hard can it be? It might set a man to wonder how hard it could be. Send a corps of soldiers for to set the country free; and kill some people there just to further democracy-- it might set a man to wonder how hard it could be. They're wrong who say that all rivers run down to the sea, and there are none so blind, you know, as those who will not see. If I were a ruler I'd do things differently. How hard, &c. It irks me when I hear "one year anniversary"* or when people can't learn how to use an apostrophe-- it might set a man to wonder how hard it could be. How hard, &c. (You may think these lines are assembled haphazardly but I'd not dream of doing so unintentionally.) * for, since anniversary means that a year has turned, "first anniversary" would suffice, surely; one may also encounter the modern, catachrestic celebration of an "anniversary" after only a month. | |