BB’s Blues

From something heartfelt, to something disastrous,
From something heartfelt, to something catastrophe,
Sometimes the best intentions—they just bring the worst results.

Filthy, sweaty, cranky, just what I need,
Filthy, sweaty, cranky, just what you need,
Pour me a shot of heat—I need that slow burn indeed.

Filswanky—
We gotta sing it strong
Filswanky–
Feel the groove and move along.
We gotta sing it strong,
We gotta sing it long.

I’ll need to need something I don’t know,
I’ll need to need something I haven’t found,
It’s a longing in my bones, it’s a hunger that won’t let go.

Filswanky—, my muse creates a tongue.
Filswanky—, we gotta sing it strong.
Filswanky—, come join and pass it on.
Stomp, clap, spread it—come join and pass it on.

Lets do the
Filswanky.

Filswanky
My muse creates a language
We need to sing.

Filswanky—
We gotta sing it strong
Filswanky—
Submit to the groove, come along.

Whiskey glasses clinking, broken dreams shared, sly words passed
Slick movements, ice cubes flyin’, pool sticks whirlin’.
Live in the moment. Feel the heat.
My jam session, my sermon, guitar bending,
my sweaty drum groove, on a Saturday night.

Filswanky—
Stomp your feet, clap your hands
Filswanky—
Stomp your feet, clap your hands.
Spread that groove across the land.
Let’s do the Filswanky!

Filswanky!
Bend it low, swing it slow, bring it on.
My blend into the night, my rhythm into the slip of you,
My simple lead to a sensual night with you.
Deep, deep, deep, into you.

BB would be Filswanking
and giving a huge Lucille smile
that I see in you.
She’s the muse of music.—
Your smile makes it all worthwhile.

Filswanky—
We gotta sing it strong.
Filswanky—
Submit to the groove, come along.
Swing and sway
Feel the feel.
Filswanky’s real!

Filswanky—
Moonlight hummin’ through the haze,
Filswanky—
Driftin’ souls in a midnight blaze,
Let the groove carry us through these lonesome days.