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Lockdown Blues

Woke up this morning thinking I was free.

Turns out…that man isn’t me

got 2 choices from which I can choose

in the low-down dirty-damn lockdown blues:

I can go to the shops, I can go to the park.

I can go in the morning I can go after dark.

Don’t matter, which time I go

cos the lockdown queue moves mightily slow

I get to the front to see what’s there…

…like Mother Hubbard’s cupboards those shelves are bare

in this low-down dirty-damn lockdown blues

I got the low-down dirty-damn lockdown blues,

Shelves are empty, my nerves are frayed

Everybody’s sending me the videos they made

I can sit in my front room, in my kitchen I can sit

I can walk around in circles but that’s about it

No soap, no cleanser, no toilet roll

the only thing clean’s gonna be my soul

in this low-down dirty-damn lockdown blues

I got the low-down dirty-damn lockdown blues,

When Lockdown started, I had all these plans

Going to turn myself into a righteous man

Play my music, write new songs

Write real letters & right some wrongs

Keep healthy, eat right, do yoga too

by day 3 I thought ‘just be you!’

in this low-down dirty-damn lockdown blues

I got the low-down dirty-damn lockdown blues

can’t tell the difference tween what’s real, or fake

all I wanna do is to have a pint with my mates

I turn on the radio to get some news

But there’s a hundred different people with a hundred different views

Just now I heard one of my neighbours cough

I told that neighbour they better FAR COUGH

in this low-down dirty-damn lockdown blues.

I got the low-down dirty-damn lockdown blues.

There’s a thousand things with which my time I can fill

I could read another book or learn another skill

I could go online and further my career

but a billion different people had the same idea

They say go out twice, you’ll be fined if you are caught

The government are saying that it’s all our fault

in this low-down dirty-damn lockdown blues.

I got the low-down dirty-damn lockdown blues

We didn’t follow guidelines, didn’t follow the rules

They lied through their teeth now they’re calling us fools

I’m living my life in a stranger’s shoes,

I tidy as I go and I’ve started cooking stews

talking to my neighbours & making new friends

there’s a lot of good people around my ends

in this low-down dirty-damn lockdown blues.

I had the low-down dirty-damn lockdown blues.

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