The Real Blues
Biscuit Boy AKA Crackerman Lyrics
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Slunk in the corner of a local bar
Sweet home Chicago, but not that far
Remember your shoes when you follow a star
You can't sing, "My baby gone done me wrong"
If you've kissed and made up by the end of the song
And it don't make sense to sing, "I'm lonely and blue"
I shoulda learned to blow the harp
But blow the harp, your troubles start
You bend the notes then fall apart
Shut your mouth and mute your heart
If it seems she's the reason this lonely heart bled
You can bet there's a replacement waiting under the bed
If he screams at her so bad, now she's gone for good
It'll be the rent he has to pay in a new neighbourhood
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues
I shoulda known to learn the sax
To paper over the personal cracks
To play a solitary note
The loner's longest anecdote
Singing, "Baby, come back" is the finest of arts
He'll make it sound like it's direct from his heart
He's pleading you're together but he's loving apart
And you'll see straight through if you're quick and you're smart
I shoulda taught myself one tune
That attracted folk from other room
A party piece to woo the guests
When neither looks nor words impress
When singing, she's leaving, there's a crack in his voice
'Cause no one who left was ever offered the choice
Baby returns all the flowers I sent
'Cause she's used to getting presents that are only to lend
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues
So he sings of a love he could never quite find
The soul I was searching, but never aligned
I'm not short-sighted, but it's never been blind
The love that he discovered wasn't her kind
I shoulda learned the eight-bar blues
But first you gotta have enough to lose
That loner with a boner ploy
You gotta lose a girl before you're a bachelor boy
So the truth comes out at the end of the song
You can't sing it right if your life is so wrong
The deepest blues and the saddest refrain
Is locked up tight with a clock on your brain
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the real sad blues
(Real sad blues) You could spend all your life trying to master the beat
(Real sad blues) 'Cause you can't feel the blues unless you've got wet feet
(Real sad blues) Sing a real sad, real sad, ah
(Real sad blues) Let's sing the real sad blues
(Real sad blues) The money you blow, the trains that you miss
(Real sad blues) You can't sing the blues if you're an Annie or Chris
(Real sad blues) No better than the lurch, secretaries behind
(Real sad blues) Lower than the fact than he acts it refined
(Real sad blues) Let's sing a real sad blues
(Real sad blues) Let's sing a real sad blues
(Real sad blues) Let's sing a real sad blues
(Real sad blues) Let's sing a real sad blues
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(Real sad blues)
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The song "The Real Blues" by Biscuit Boy AKA Crackerman is a commentary on the art of singing blues music. The lyrics speak to the need for authenticity in blues music, and the importance of experiencing hardship in order to truly understand and convey the emotion of the blues. The singer wishes he had learned how to play the blues guitar, or at least blow the harmonica or saxophone, but he acknowledges the difficulties and risks that come with expressing true emotion through music. He also cautions against singing clichéd songs about lost love, warning that if you sing about being lonely and blue, there will always be someone in line to take the place of the person who left you. The song ultimately calls for singers to find real sadness in their lives if they want to sing the true blues.
Line by Line Meaning
I shoulda learned the blues guitar
I regret not learning how to play blues music on guitar
Slunk in the corner of a local bar
I should have spent more time in dingy bars where blues is played
Sweet home Chicago, but not that far
Chicago is famous for its blues music, but it doesn't have to be the only place to find it
Remember your shoes when you follow a star
Don't forget the basics, even when chasing after your dreams
You can't sing, "My baby gone done me wrong"
You can't sing about lost love if you've already reconciled
If you've kissed and made up by the end of the song
If you've patched things up with your lover, then singing mournful songs is insincere
And it don't make sense to sing, "I'm lonely and blue"
It's untruthful to sing about being lonely when there are plenty of potential lovers around
As soon as she's gone, there's twenty more in the queue
There's always someone else to love, especially in a big city
I shoulda learned to blow the harp
I should have learned how to play the harmonica
But blow the harp, your troubles start
Playing the harmonica can be a painful reminder of the issues you're trying to forget
You bend the notes then fall apart
Harmonica playing can be emotionally overwhelming
Shut your mouth and mute your heart
Sometimes it's best to keep your emotions suppressed
If it seems she's the reason this lonely heart bled
If it appears that your former lover caused your heartache
You can bet there's a replacement waiting under the bed
There's always someone else vying for your affection
If he screams at her so bad, now she's gone for good
If he mistreats his partner, she's likely to leave him permanently
It'll be the rent he has to pay in a new neighbourhood
He will have to pay a heavy price in a future relationship
Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's sing the authentic, emotionally genuine blues
I shoulda known to learn the sax
I should have learned how to play the saxophone
To paper over the personal cracks
Playing music can be a coping mechanism to hide emotional pain
To play a solitary note
Sometimes, even one singular note can express deep feelings
The loner's longest anecdote
Sometimes the most solitary and introverted people have the most to say
Singing, "Baby, come back" is the finest of arts
Making someone want to come back to you is an impressive feat
He'll make it sound like it's direct from his heart
A skilled singer can make their performance sound like a sincere cry from the soul
He's pleading you're together but he's loving apart
He's saying one thing, but his actions show that he's not really invested in the relationship
And you'll see straight through if you're quick and you're smart
If you're perceptive, you can tell when someone's trying to manipulate or deceive you
I shoulda taught myself one tune
I should have learned how to play one song really well
That attracted folk from other room
I should have learned a song catchy enough to draw in new listeners
A party piece to woo the guests
I should have learned a song that would make people want to dance and have fun
When neither looks nor words impress
When your physical appearance and speech aren't enough to make people take notice
When singing, she's leaving, there's a crack in his voice
When singing about lost love, a genuine performer's voice may crack with emotion
'Cause no one who left was ever offered the choice
When someone leaves a relationship, they don't often have the choice to stay
Baby returns all the flowers I sent
After a breakup, your former lover might return the gifts you've given them
'Cause she's used to getting presents that are only to lend
Your former lover knows that your gifts weren't given out of genuine affection
So he sings of a love he could never quite find
He sings about a love he never truly experienced
The soul I was searching, but never aligned
He was looking for a deeper connection than he was able to find
I'm not short-sighted, but it's never been blind
He didn't rush into relationships without thinking, but he also never found a truly fulfilling one
The love that he discovered wasn't her kind
He never found someone who was truly compatible with him
I shoulda learned the eight-bar blues
I should have studied the eight-bar blues structure for creating music
But first you gotta have enough to lose
The best blues music comes from people who have suffered significant personal losses
That loner with a boner ploy
The idea that a lonely man is more attractive to women is a misguided and offensive stereotype
You gotta lose a girl before you're a bachelor boy
You don't become a true bachelor until you've experienced the pain of losing a relationship
So the truth comes out at the end of the song
After a blues song has been performed, the truth behind the lyrics is often revealed
You can't sing it right if your life is so wrong
In order to create authentic blues music, you have to have struggled and experienced pain in your life
The deepest blues and the saddest refrain
The most authentic blues music reflects deep sadness and pain
Is locked up tight with a clock on your brain
Painful memories are difficult to forget and can haunt someone for a long time
(Real sad blues) You could spend all your life trying to master the beat
Creating truly authentic blues music is a lifelong pursuit
(Real sad blues) 'Cause you can't feel the blues unless you've got wet feet
You have to experience the tough realities of life to really feel and understand blues music
(Real sad blues) Sing a real sad, real sad, ah
Authentic blues music should feel genuinely, truly sad
(Real sad blues) Let's sing the real sad blues
Let's create authentic, emotionally resonant blues music
(Real sad blues) The money you blow, the trains that you miss
Sometimes the things that cause us pain the most are our own mistakes
(Real sad blues) You can't sing the blues if you're an Annie or Chris
You can't create authentic blues music without having experienced significant personal loss
(Real sad blues) No better than the lurch, secretaries behind
There's no shame in being single or working a low-paying job
(Real sad blues) Lower than the fact than he acts it refined
People who put up a facade of refinement may actually be more emotionally damaged than they let on
(Real sad blues) Let's sing a real sad blues
Let's create sincere, mournful blues music
Writer(s): Scott Shields, Paul Heaton, Martin Slattery
Contributed by Dominic I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.