FAWM 2025 #2: Febrile

In honor of National Play your Ukulele day. Mine is my dad's 1950's Martin-look-a-like baritone (the first fretted instrument I ever learned to play).

Lyrics

February ... Comes creepin' 'round my door again.
I'm so weary ... of ice and wind and snow. I
Can't be bothered... to fit you in my calendar. It's
Long past time for you ... to pack your bags and go.

Noisy schoolkids... sledding through my neighborhood,
Salty crusts ... forming on my car.
February ... you surely can be nothing good,
You're so banished ... begone, go far!

Fevered dreams ... full of scary things:
Keys and strings ... and mic-ro-phones.
Empty pages ... crying out for lyrics now;
Why won't they leave me alone?

February ... you're creepin' 'round my door again.
I'm so weary ... of ice and wind and snow. I
Can't be bothered... to fit you in my calendar. It's
Long past time for you ... to pack your bags and go.

Long past time for you ... to pack your bags and go.
© 2025 Tres Seaver