when the blue snowflakes start falling That?s when those blue memories start calling You?ll be doing alright with your Christmas of white But I?ll have a blue
blues soft and low The blues was singing the blues The dead in their graves and the Gods in their caves They'd been waiting so long to sing the blue
Let's sing a song for all the workmen Working on the carpark down by here Wrecking through the tombstones and the granite Cutting through the bone here
the blues The blues isn't an art form It's not a type of music The blues is a product Not unlike computer chips or tampons The blues is a way for white
The final hour She left me hanging Said rest assure Head wasn't banging I left her there Said go to hell And thought it nothing To kiss and tell Put
Sister, sister We've got to talk, sit down I don't think you've heard what's going round I don't think they should know about us So don't tell them
as blessed Tryin' just to make it through each day Sleepin' just to pass the time away I don't even know who to listen to What I need is a song to make
Let me in Then it never ends as friends We start the year as lovers One more hour She took me down I said I love you But I lied CHORUS
There's this friend of mine Been doing time with the same girlfriend That he's had for far too many of his days It seems with each passing second
not me You used to like it You used to like me What has happened What is wrong What could be wrong The Pied Pipers will sing their song The
She won't take no for an answer And I feel obliged To at least waste some time And I've got nothing to gain by it And we all may shackle together by
When will this be done Well, it won't be my son We all did it, so do it Someday, someday And no one said this would be fun She will show me, she will
You say that we've got nothing in common No common ground to start from and we're falling apart You'll say the world has come between us Our lives have
Well hey you, Mr Torn Jeans Do you think you're mean Well, you cut just as easily As the faggot in the pink Are you ready tonight For the bloody
I don't need your consultation - I just need some time alone To vend my frustrations - So please stay off my phone And don't bother me tonight - I think
What a single word can do To bring out all the flowers in you Needing hope and joy today Holding on but you embrace Swirling in two and by due What a
Sing to me a song that's blue And I'll paint my eyes blue, that's what I'll do If the sun is shinin' through I'll smile for you, I'll smile for you '
the blues now and then But when you take the blues and make a song you sing 'em out again Song sung blue weeping like a willow Song sung blue sleeping