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Only the Blues Tonight.
Muscles twitchin’
And a burn in my eyes;
No cocaine fuels the chills
An’ the hairs that stand right up
In rushin’ waves right on up
My arms, legs and spine.
I see the shadow comin’,
But I don’t wanna see.
I hear the raspy reaper
Moanin’ deep and loud
Chantin’ some ole Baptist hymn.
Hey, don’t wanna hear nothin’
But the blues tonight, babe.
Now a slow pulsin’ vibe
Like none I felt before,
Punches at my ticker
Bangs against my soul.
No heroin charges the blood,
The heated veins openin’ up wide;
Electric blues highway four lanes wide
Just under the surface of
Some old pale blue skin.
I see his cold eyes;
He’s heat hungry
And I’m hot, child.
He’s callin’ to me
Deep and loud.
Ain’t got no choice, babe;
Ain’t got no voice, babe
To sing the blues tonight.
He gettin’ closer now
But that don’t matter no more;
No slow-roll joint
Can rest these bones.
My body croonin’ the blues,
Ear deep in muddy waters;
Come on baby take me
To that righteous ole place
In the deep velvet blue sky.
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| I loved reading your work verry intenc. |
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Comment by: Vanessa - 2008-01-12 17:36
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| I enjoyed reading this very much (from beginning to end). It's so intense and compelling. I like your style, how raw and honest it is. And I like the title. Thanks for sharing this. :) |
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Comment by: danae Online- 2007-12-05 00:26
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Quite cool...there's that underlying bluesy drug crawling clinch, the gritty tarnished glamour that was once cool...you were on top, but were laid low by that itchin that gets you to fixing...very emotive..gothic and in your face...but that's how it islll
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