Nick Drake - Here come the blues

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Monday is shining
You know em Tuesday s rain
Well, the days go by me
Like a southbound train
Yes, It s funny thinking
You will never call my name

Here comes long lonely
Here comes the blues

Well, the world s the same old comedy
You know my time is cold
Nothing new, blue lady
I won t get old
Cause the deal is gone now
I d just better hold

Here comes long lonely
Here comes the blues

Well, sun has run down
She has gone out to hide
Yes, and now I m out walking
Where the midnight ride
Just me and the good-time Charlies
And the suicide

Here comes long lonely
Here comes the blues

Well, Monday s dry
Yes, and tuesday s just the same
Maybe come down blue Wednesday
I m gonna grab the brakes again
Cause no bottle of pills
Could ever kill this pain

Here comes long lonely
Here comes the blues

Here comes long lonely
Here comes the blues

Inne utwory

  • Rider on the wheel
  • The thoughts of Mary Jane
  • Been smoking too long
  • Day is done
  • Harvest sreed
  • Pink moon
  • Stuck on you
  • My sugar so sweet
  • Blossom friend
  • Bird flew by
  • Strange meeting II
  • Finger lakes
  • Tired of pretending
  • Blues run the game
  • Which will
  • Cocaine blues
  • Northern sky
  • Fruit tree

    • Losowe utwory

    Truth untold

    Awaken from your slumber
    And get up for the train
    You were caught at the station
    And waiting for the rain
    Well I call and you answer
    And I answer you again
    So remember to answer
    Remember the way it ends

    Cold autumn sunday

    When the leaving birds
    Fill the stone grey sky
    And the green, green leaves
    Turn away and die
    And the once warm sun
    Has to run and hide
    And the Winter clouds
    Begin their stormy ride
    Cold black shadows cross my eyes...

    Fools

    I’m crying I’m dying

    I can see what’s wrong with me
    It’s in my head
    I can see what’s gonna be
    As I lie in my bed
    Man is not my brotherhood
    I am of the dead
    I died as I lived as I loved and was born
    On...

    Nie chcę inaczej

    Papierowe miasto a ja w nim
    Dłubię w ścianach i wycinam korytarze
    Lubię gdy
    Mogę chować się przed światem

    Trzymam w ręku niewidzialny klucz
    Wpuszczę cię do siebie ale o tym cisza
    Bo nie wie nikt
    Gdzie zazwyczaj się ukrywam

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