Blues is a natural fact, is something that a fellow lives. If you don't live it you don't have it. Young people have forgotten to cry the blues. Now they talk and get lawyers and things.
Big Bill Broonzy
Narrow daylight entered my room Shining hours were brief Winter is over Summer is near Are we stronger than we believe?
I walked through halls of reputation Among the infamous too As the camera clings to the common thread Beyond all vanity Into a gaze to shoot you through
Is the kindness we count upon Hidden in everyone?
I stepped out in a sunlit grove Although deep down I wished it would rain Washing away all the sadness and tears That will never fall so heavily again
Is the kindness we count upon Is hidden in everyone
I stood there in the salt spray air Felt wind sweeping over my face I ran up through the rocks to the old Wooden cross It's a place where I can find some peace
Narrow daylight entered my room Shining hours were brief Winter is over Summer is near Are we stronger than we believe?
"Narrow Daylight"
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Shining hours were brief
Winter is over
Summer is near
Are we stronger than we believe?
I walked through halls of reputation
Among the infamous too
As the camera clings to the common thread
Beyond all vanity
Into a gaze to shoot you through
Is the kindness we count upon
Hidden in everyone?
I stepped out in a sunlit grove
Although deep down I wished it would rain
Washing away all the sadness and tears
That will never fall so heavily again
Is the kindness we count upon
Is hidden in everyone
I stood there in the salt spray air
Felt wind sweeping over my face
I ran up through the rocks to the old
Wooden cross
It's a place where I can find some peace
Narrow daylight entered my room
Shining hours were brief
Winter is over
Summer is near
Are we stronger than we believe?