Why
do we call the blues
blue? I'm playing on
your blues guitar,
wondering how you are.
Blues, blues.
My mind walks the streets
of saxaphone,
experience,
cigarette smoke--
like Radiohead says,
I don't care if it hurts,
I want a perfect soul.
Blues, blues.
The Yapese call blue
'ran mak'ef'
the water of the reef,
the blue within the blue,
beyond the blue--more blues
than these eyes have ever seen,
than this mind has ever known.
We only call the blues blue
because there is often something
so beautiful
in sadness.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 5:00 PM UTC
Why
do we call the blues
blue? I'm playing on
your blues guitar,
wondering how you are.
Blues, blues.
My mind walks the streets
of saxaphone,
experience,
cigarette smoke--
like Radiohead says,
I don't care if it hurts,
I want a perfect soul.
Blues, blues.
The Yapese call blue
'ran mak'ef'
the water of the reef,
the blue within the blue,
beyond the blue--more blues
than these eyes have ever seen,
than this mind has ever known.
We only call the blues blue
because there is often something
so beautiful
in sadness.
Ecc. 7:2 and The Unsmoking Hut
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