‘I will sing the blues for you’
I will sing the blues for you
Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and
Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz.
The words sweet, tempting and so true.
My baby left me, I’m so damn alone.
Now I have the blues and the gin and the juice.
I confess my song to the half-empty drink.
She was so fine, like a 500 dollars wine.
Her kiss so sweet.
She was my Black Velvet whiskey,
smooth and easy to drink in her beauty.
I told her once and I told her often.
Take my hand, touch my face.
Take what you need.
I know.
Kisses so sweet, can turn so bitter.
Love so gentle can turn to love, so damn mean.
You and I.
Bewitched by the moon dance will learn.
We were just Gypsies souls resting.
Love is for the lucky and we are not the lucky.
Please come back to me my honey wine and
I will sing the blues for you.
We will learn sorrow and need, we can’t ever be fulfilled.
Love be so damn sweet, so damn hurtful
Dancing Coyote
Brilliant!
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Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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It´s 10.20 p.m in Spain listening to good music. It seems I´m old school, love the music of those times. I do hate, if I´m not drunk that is, to hear the DJ´s of now, and if I don´t have a girl at hand that also contributes to my hatred of todays music, or not drunk I just like that type of music, kind of weird… almost forgot, the great John Lee Hooker, pretty sure you know who he is.
Thanks for a good listening.
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I agree Charley. Enjoy Spain. I could use. Here in Michigan, rainy and cold. Always a pleasure to read your words.
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It is my pleasure to read you and learn from you.
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We learn from each other. We must read to write. Must test life to create my friend.
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You are certainly right, if a person doesn´t put himself in uncomfortable situations you will never learn what you can or can not acomplish. I also agree with what you said, that I need to read in order to write.
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I told my children. Travel, test life and have fun when you are young. We will work for 50 years.
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Getting old is a bitch, did I have too much fun before you bet, too much, as I told my children when they turned 18, is not a sin to fuck up but it is a sin to not get up and don´t give me your story, you are old enough, yep my good son life it is rough.
I think the kid grew up….. I think.
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They did. I am a grandfather. Three boys.
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Three boys…. you have a handfull in your hands. I did learn through the years to really cherish the people you love, and make the point that when I have to go some place so I won´t be back home in a while to give them a kiss. That they know, no words, just a quick kiss.
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Nice
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Thank you Itanamara. I appreciate the comment.
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