I got up this morning
And I put on my shoes
I tied my shoes
Then I washed my face
I went to the mirror
For to comb my head
I made a move
Didn't know what to do
I tipped way forward
Got to break and run
Baby, this ain't me
Baby, this ain't me
Got so ugly I don't even know myself
I left Angola
1964
Go walking down my street
Knock on my baby's door
My baby come out
She asks me who I am
And I say, honey,
Don't you know your man?
She said my man's been gone
Since 1942
And I'll tell you Mr. Ugly,
He didn't look like you

four friends in the same muck, around the same time.

• one was left behind by his little lady without any explanation
  
• one was on the verge of engagement but decided to let go, not knowing whether it was the right decision
  
• one faced differences with her partner who just couldn't relax
• one stuck around too long only to find out she wasn't the one he wanted

man, i'm so listless today. it's black keys from now on, in the next 14 days.