Rainy day blues on a sunday Finding a means to my end These are the blues that I feel on monday When I find myself drunk again Give me salvation on sunday
Translation: Monks of Doom. Blues On Sunday.
finally won me Happiness is all rolled up in you And now with you as inspiration I look toward a destination Sunny bright that once before was blue
A distant night bird mocks the sun I wake as I have always done To freshly scented sycamore And cold bare feet on hardwood floor My steaming coffee warms
There's a certain something in the way You looked at me and said you'd stay That let me know that I was out of line But I didn't know what else to do
's no reason for goodbyes You're just running scared and that's something I won't buy So you lose I won't let you go with nothing to show but more blues
A distant night bird mocks the sun, I wake as I have always done, To freshly scented sycamore, And cold bare feet on hardwood floor. My steaming coffee
won me Happiness that's all rolled up in you And now with you as inspiration I look toward a destination Sunny bright that once before was blue I have
no reason for "goodbyes." You're just running scared and that's something I won't buy. So you lose I won't let you go with nothing to show but more blues
Translation: Monkees. Papa Gene's Blues.
Translation: Monkees. Early Morning Blues And Greens.
Translation: Monkees. Nine Times Blue.
Translation: Monkees. Some Of Shelly's Blues.
