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
Measuring a summer's day,I only find it slips away to grey,The hours, they bring me pain.*Tangerine, Tangerine,Living REFLECTIONS from a dream;I was her love, she was my queen,And now a thousand years between.Thinking how it used to be,Does she still remember times like these?To think of us again?And I do.* Chorus
Measuring a summer's day,
ReplyDeleteI only find it slips away to grey,
The hours, they bring me pain.
*Tangerine, Tangerine,
Living REFLECTIONS from a dream;
I was her love, she was my queen,
And now a thousand years between.
Thinking how it used to be,
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again?
And I do.
* Chorus