Bed Day from Home by J.B. Dazen

Bed Day

Woke up this morning
Not feeling too well
Opened my eyes and found a mess
Woke up this morning
Not feeling too well
Opened my eyes and found a mess
This ain’t no room for living
No, no, it’s just a room full of mess

Opened the curtains
Let the sun hurt my eyes
To find the window full of grease
Opened the curtains
Let the sun hurt my eyes
To find the window full of grease
TThis window ain’t for watching
No, no, it’s just a window full of grease

Walked to the kitchen
To fix me a drink
Found dirty dishes in the sink
Walked to the kitchen
To fix me a drink
Found dirty dishes in the sink
There ain’t no glass for drinking
No, no, there ain’t no glass for a drink

Opened the fridge
To get me some food
Just to find mildew on the fruit
Opened the fridge
To get me some food
Just to find mildew on the fruit
That ain’t no fruit for eating
No, no that ain’t no useful fruit

Got me the paper
And read me some news
Only to read about more death
Got me the paper
And read me some news
Only to read about more death
This paper ain’t for reading
No, no, it’s just a messenger of death

So I walk backwards
Crawl back into bed
And pull the sheets over my head
So I walk backwards
Crawl back into bed
And pull the sheets over my head
This ain’t no day for waking
No, no, it’s just a day for bed

This ain’t no day for waking
No, no, it’s just a day for bed
This ain’t no day for waking
No, no, it’s just a day for bed

• Acoustic
• acoustic indie
• indie
• indie pop
• singer-songwriter
• Groningen