Music / Lyrics by Mihret Focic / Slava Tikhonov

{Verse 1:}
The more I try to be
Or simply look normal
The more I realise
I’m just not the case.

I learned how fool myself
And everyone near me
They seem to believe
I’m like everyone else.

{Verse 2:}
Whatever you think of me
Is smoke in the mirror
I’m weaving a web of wool
To cover your eyes

My gods taught me everything
As far I could listen
I know how to pull a string
To make the right sound

{Chorus:}
But every time
I take my guitar
Whatever comes out of my head
Is anything but Blues!

{Solo as verse + chorus}

{Verse 3:}
Now that you know the truth
There’s no way to unsee it
But I’m gonna play my game
As I always do

It’s not that I don’t know how
It’s more I don’t want to
But every now and then
I might as well do

{Chorus}

{Outro:}
Anything but Blues…
Anything but Blues…
A-ny-thing!