And while the folks gently swayed All them boys began to play in real harmony I never will forget that tune they call Handy's Memphis Blues, oh yes, those blues
le temps passe toujours un peu vite & c'est peut-et' not' chance - bis - c'est au coin de nihil street que j'ai croise l'infini beaucoup pensent qu'
...and many a moon shall rise... ...and lead me into the cold embrace of the night Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light. Here is no
sand For a lifetime full of dust Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew Your chances long ago Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through Quit acting like you didn't know Mr. Blue
of sand For a lifetime full of dust Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew your chances long ago Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through Quit acting like you didn't know Mr. Blue
..and many a moon shall rise... ..and lead me into the cold embrace of the night Here we drown in our grief, drown in an absence of light. Here is no
Translation: Mitchell, Joni. Mister Blue.
Translation: Rene Klijn. Mister Blue.
you slip in one more dime and let the boy sing the sad song one, one more time. Southern California, that's as blue as the boy can be, blue as the deep blue
"Listen now Blind Baby what we wanna go for on this record is not just a blues record - but we want a document. An epic document depicting the struggle
that you slip in one more dime and let the boy sing the sad song one, one more time. Southern California, that's as blue as the boy can be, blue as the deep blue
fall of sand For a lifetime full of dust Oh, Mr. Blue, you blew your chances long ago Oh, Mr. Blue, you're through Quit acting like you didn't know Mr. Blue
It's coming down, babe Could be as bad as they talked about It's coming down, babe Could be before we can make it out But when they say that all is lost
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ooh Shame on you for making me wait Time and time again you're too late And I'm about to make a mistake So please hurry babe, oh,
know what I'd do Burn forever where the flame turns blue Yeah if I lost you, I don't know what I'd do Burn forever where the flame turns blue In the
[Bruce Springsteen cover] Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all Everything is everything Everything is everything
