Loudon Wainwright III - Muse Blues lyrics [intro] I went down to library you know the big one way down town I went down to the library you know the big one way down town I pulled out my spiral notebook and my scripto pencil These these these are the words that I did put down [verse] I’m a dud-fire cracker I ain’t got any fuse I ain’t got no inspiration since I lost my muse I’m a table with two legs I’m a spider with five I’m going down slow muse when will you arrive Oh muse where are you? Oh muse where are you? You know I eat drink and I smoke stuff I don’t know what to do. I went to the mountain and the desert too I was there lady so where were you I’m a flattened out wave I ain’t got any curl I’m an empty old oyster I ain’t got any pearl Muse where are you? Oh muse where are you? You know I eat drink and I smoke stuff I don’t know what to do. Sit up late stay up wait. It’s a rule of thumb she’s got to come Sit up late stay up wait. It’s a rule of thumb she’s got to come / / / I take lots of cold showers and I go for long walks I wait for a pitch but the fickle bitch barks Took a shot of whisky and a snort of cocaine Opened up my head and stuck electrodes in my brain Oh muse where are you where are you? Muse where are you? You know I eat drink and I smoke stuff I eat drink and I smoke stuff I eat drink and I smoke stuff N.C I don’t know what to do. / / /

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque la quête désespérée de l'inspiration. L'auteur se sent vide, comparant son état à celui d'un feu d'artifice éteint ou d'un coquillage sans perle, témoignant ainsi du malaise profond qu'il ressent depuis qu'il a perdu sa muse. Il cherche des solutions, essayant différentes méthodes pour retrouver son âme créative, mais tout semble vain. Son parcours l’amène à parcourir des lieux divers, de la montagne au désert, mais cela ne change rien à sa solitude face à l'absence de cette source d'inspiration. C'est une lutte intérieure poignante, remplie d’un mélange de frustration et d'espoir.