Okay, a little curry made to cheer people up. It's called melancholy twins. I'm fast asleep, the rain pours down on this winter's day. My room is dark, the sky outside is grey. I'm like climbing up a cliff, but I'll gravity towards me down. One jump, that's all it takes, this one slicks to get me down. The icey ledge is my life, I'm feeling pretty cold, dreaming I can feel that feet slipping from my hold. It's just another day, as I wake up, I feel sad, waiting for work at 2 o'clock, something I wish I never had. Turn up the stereo, place in the jazz man, lay back in bed, and an avid jazz fan. I watch on my wrist, took him away in the second hand, bank conscious at the time because I'll soon be in the morning. Be down inside, I've got the blues, waiting for work, it's just bad news. It's Monday afternoon, I'm starting work soon, turn up the tape at the sad jazz tune. Main the stops for the wind howled by, clouds move fast across the winter's cold in sunny sky. And drinking cups of coffee takes them pretty sour. Sitting on my bed, I've been contemplating here for all those in hour. I'll listen to some more jazz music on my stereo. But I was waiting for work on my ship, but I don't want to go home.