Blues

 

 

 

 

i

 

love the night life, in the dark corners

 

and

 

shades of night, where we find a piano playin

 

the

 

piano blues, bluer than life it self

 

 

 

 

driven

 

 

by 

 

a

 

burning ambition

 

leadin me in to temptation, with those haunting melodies

 

 

bound

 

by

 

dark desires

 

she's no hunter, she lets me go, blues surround her old piano

 

 

the

 

lights have an pale old glow

 

smoke cuts through shady places, like a wall hard to see through

 

 

blues

 

were never that good

 

whatever the menue, it's the blues

 

whatever her fancy it is to be blue

 

 

her

 

melodies ar rich in words and lonely without them

 

she

 

gives them het attention when she plays her piano

 

softly, teasing,  sometimes even a rising gale

 

 

she

 

takes what's on the menue, she lives under a blue moon

 

she

 

has the blues in a tight embrace, she loves the blues like her

 

own

 

sweet old lace

 

she's always in a blue

 

 haze

 

 

 

(c) JR.