Answer to Eternal Circle:
"As the tune finally folded / I laid down my guitar / Then looked for the girl / Who stayed for so long........"
And the stagelight was beating on him and me
He took my heart and sang so well
And told me things no one else could tell
But far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key
He was a lonely tramp in the world of rhyme
And his words they caught me just in time
I gave him my heart I gave him my soul
In front of the stage I played my role
But far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key
The chimes of freedom rang that night
And the stars in heaven were shining bright
The songs he sang were like ice and fire
Leading me through the bush and brier
But far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key
Behind his mask and behind his name
He left the stage with nothin' to claim
Like a shooting star in the empty skies
Our love was done without any ties
And far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key
And far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key.....
Copyright © 2011 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
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Written on 2013-02-27 at 12:34
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"As the tune finally folded / I laid down my guitar / Then looked for the girl / Who stayed for so long........"
Blues In Minor Key
It was a lovely night in gay PareeAnd the stagelight was beating on him and me
He took my heart and sang so well
And told me things no one else could tell
But far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key
He was a lonely tramp in the world of rhyme
And his words they caught me just in time
I gave him my heart I gave him my soul
In front of the stage I played my role
But far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key
The chimes of freedom rang that night
And the stars in heaven were shining bright
The songs he sang were like ice and fire
Leading me through the bush and brier
But far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key
Behind his mask and behind his name
He left the stage with nothin' to claim
Like a shooting star in the empty skies
Our love was done without any ties
And far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key
And far away in a barren tree
The birds sang the blues in a minor key.....
Copyright © 2011 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
Read 651 times
Written on 2013-02-27 at 12:34
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