Mid Life Crisis (Brian Ralston)

The face in the mirror don't look like me

Skin on my head where my hair once used to be

No point in bizarre disguises

Won't win no beauty prizes

Get used to these extra size

Cos I, I, I, I, I

Cos I, I, I, I, I

Cos I, I, I, I, I am happy with my midlife Crisis

No matter what I wear my belt's too tight

I wake up five times every night

Just three red wines alchoholic haze

And the hangover lasts for days and days and days

Gotta make some sacrifices

Keep away from food with spice

I don't need no extra vices

Cos I, I, I, I, I

Cos I, I, I, I, I

Cos I, I, I, I, I am happy with my mid Life Crisis

So where the hell did my prime go

And why the heck, won't time

Slow down

The blood pressures up but my old fella's dorn

My libido's dragging on the ground

No point in adult "hide and seek"

The flesh is useless but the spirit's weak

Dont' want no girls with fancy prices

Bringing me afternoon surprises

Leave me to my own devices

Cos I, I, I, I

Cos I, I, I, I

Cos I, I, I, I  am happy with my mid live Crisis

Dare I over-amplify - it's a song about getting old, for gods' sake. Wrote it twenty years ago (without the middle 8) when I was being cheeky. The song has hit a little close to the bone over the years, and, sadly, has become more relevant, so thought I'd revise it.

This is part of my first "Pendragon Session". There are problems with my guitar playing as I'm rushing it when it needs to be more laid back. Hopefully by the end of Easter there will be better versions.

Cheers

Brian