Footage begins with Allen consulting with the guitarist, working out the chords – F,G,C,D
Finishin’ My Blues
“Sitting in Larry Rivers loft, not knowing what to say/Somebody’s got a guitar here, he knows what to play./Now its up to me to figure out what there is to say.
I haven’t been in New York City/Three months out of this year/But I’ve been three months
Sittin’ meditatin’ and there I did not shed a tear/ In fact I cursed the ghost of William Blake and got rid of all my fear.
I saw my ego as a vampire and I saw my thoughts as some kind of God/ But when I started thinking of that, I realized that having a divinity was odd/ (he said) said spare the child/and (why don’t you) spoil the rod.
(So) I’m sitting here and I don’t know what think or say/ Well the whole reason is that
my mind has gone astray/ (giving me forever) trouble with eternity/there ain’t no other way.
First part best part is your making up poems like the blues/But more for what’s better still is
you don’t have any news/ And because of that emptiness, that’s why I’m sittin’ here finishin’ my blues.’