Music and Squirrels

Le 'midterm' (examen de mi-parcours) de mon cours de guitare consistait à écrire une chanson par groupe de trois, et à la jouer devant la classe. On avait vraiment aucune inspiration pour les paroles. On était assis dans l'herbe sur le campus, et comme d'habitude les écureuils accouraient de toutes parts pour nous réclamer à bouffer -les écureuils américains sont plus ou moins les pigeons parisiens. La chanson qui suit est venue presque naturellement:

This feeling that I get
when I look deep into your eyes
it's got to be deceiving
it's nothing but a lie

you're everywhere I turn
yet I want to let you go
I feel your hunger burning
I think it's time for me to

oh, oh run away let me run away
it's not fun mr squirrel, please go
don't chase a poor girl so
I wish that you would go away, oh oh

My clif bar's good for eating
When strolling down the street
You heard the wrapper peeling
And you thought you'd get a treat

you're in my every thought
as I make my way through town
I cannot help but fear you
as you think my food's your own

oh, oh run away, I wish you'd run away
it's not fun mr squirrel please go
you defy your nature so
I wish that you would go so very far away

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(Mon pathétique solo en Am ici.)

oh, oh run away, I wish you'd run away
it's not fun mr squirrel please go
you defy your nature so
I wish that you would go so very far away

oh, oh, oh...