Blue

[Gusty Wind]

by
B.B. King
Jules Taub
recording of 2000
from
Riding With The King (Warner Brothers 47612)



Well now it's three o'clock in the morning and I can't even close my eyes
Three o'clock in the morning baby and I can't even close my eyes
Can't find my baby and I can't be satisfied
I've looked around me and my baby she can't be found
I've looked all around me, people and my baby she can't be found
You know if I don't find my baby, I'm going down to the Golden Ground
That's where the men hang out
Goodbye, everybody, I believe this is the end
Oh goodbye everybody, I believe this is the end
I want you to tell my baby, tell her please please forgive me
Forgive me for my sins

 

[Gusty Wind]

Blues Lyrics - B.B. King
Three O'clock In The Morning



~ Thank you so much, we thank you
Thank you ladies and gentlemen
Right here we're going all back to the begun
All we go to the very beginnin'
Before we made this and very few people knew about, B.B. King
We go all back this time
You remind and go back one time, do you?
Sometimes you feel good go back and start all over again
Oh boy!
You show so good to me, I will tell that
That you are
Now here it is, three o'clock in the morning,
Oh can't even close my eyes
Oh yes
It's three o'clock in the morning baby,
Oh, I can't even close my eyes
Well, you know I can't find my baby,
Keep on lookin' be satisfied
I've looked around me, people,
Hey, and my baby she knows she can't be found
Looked all around me, people,
Oh, my baby, she can't be found
Well, you know if I don't find my baby,
People, I'm going down to the Golden Ground
That's where the fellows hang out down there,
They shoot pool, you know
Goodbye, everybody,
Oh, I do believe this is the end,
Oh, oh, goodbye everybody,
Oh I do believe that this is the end.
Oh I want you to tell my baby,
Oh, to forgive me for my sins
A guy feels lonely then, when you hear something like that
You can't do whatever you wanna do
Because your mind is on the person you know
You figure something you've done
You don't know what it is because she won't tell you
But every time you look at her, she just starts to crying and won't say nothing
Then you say to yourself
It's my own fault, baby,
Treat me the way you wanna do,
Oh, yes, my own fault, baby,
Treat me the way you wanna do
Because when you would love me, baby,
Oh, a good time looked down,
That wouldn't be true
I go up on my feet and I had a lot of friends,
Now bad luck has hit me people,
And now I'm down again
Oh, I wonder why?
Why does everything have to happen to me?
I'm blue and I'm lonesome, people,
My heart is filled with misery
Once I had a lotta money,
They say the greatest man until
But bad luck has hit me now,
Pain has got me down
Yes, I wonder why, people
Why does everything have to happen to me?
I say I'm blue and I'm lonesome, people,
My heart is filled with misery

~

 

[Gusty Wind]

Grrrr Wrong mood wrong music WRONG TIME!.. Hmmm feels a little too old for Jimmy Smith ...

:::Looking though pales and pales ... of ... :::


Ahhhhh Found it ....

'THREE FLIGHTS UP'

World Cafe!

Ohh yea .... just for now ........

 

[Gusty Wind]

Still not quite right .... only couple songs ... I've had enought ...


Going back to Paul Simon ... ' The Rhythm Of the Sainrs'

.. Yaa .... couple hours ... would be still good ...

 

[Gusty Wind]

Wow, what an AV gusty!

Here is my blue contribution

WOW! BEST PIC EVER! AWESOME! Ty, Johnny.

 

[Gusty Wind]

Deal
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia


Since it cost a lot to win (note 1)
And even more to lose
You and me bound to spend some time
Wondering what to choose

Chorus
Goes to show, you don't ever know
Watch each card you play and play it slow
Wait until that deal come round
Don't you let that deal go down, no, no

I've been gambling here abouts
For ten good solid years
If I told you all that went down
It would burn off both your ears

[chorus]

Since you poured the wine for me
And tightened up my shoes
I hate to leave you sitting there
Composing lonesome blues

[chorus]
Wait until that deal come round
Don't you let that deal go down
[repeat etc]

Notes

 

[Gusty Wind]

Bird Song
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia

A regular for the Dead, this was also performed by Jerry Garcia with John Kahn, and more recently by Bob Weir with Ratdog and by Phil Lesh & Friends.


All I know is something like a bird within her sang (note 1)
All I know she sang a little while and then flew on
Tell me all that you know
I'll show you
Snow and rain

If you hear that same sweet song again, will you know why?
Anyone who sings a tune so sweet is passing by
Laugh in the sunshine
Sing, cry in the dark
Fly through the night

Don't cry now
Don't you cry
Don't you cry any more
La da da da

Sleep in the stars
Don't you cry
Dry your eyes on the wind
La da da da da da

All I know is something like a bird within her sang
All I know she sang a little while and then flew on
Tell me all that you know
I'll show you
Snow and rain

Notes
(1) Robert Hunter originally wrote the song as a tribute for Janis Joplin. Phil Lesh now sings "All I know is something like a bird within him sang", transfering it Jerry Garcia instead

Awww .... sucha young voice then ....

 

[Gusty Wind]

Sugaree
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia


When they come to take you down
When they bring that wagon round
When they come to call on you
And drag your poor body down

Chorus
Just one thing I ask of you
Just one thing for me
Please forget you knew my name
My darling, Sugaree

Shake it, shake it, Sugaree
Just don't tell them that you know me
Shake it, shake it, Sugaree
Just don't tell them that you know me

You thought you was the cool fool
And never would do no wrong
You had everything sewed up tight
How come you lay awake all night long

[chorus]

Well in spite of all you gained
You still have to stand out in the pouring rain
One last voice is calling you
And I guess it's time you go

[chorus]

Well shake it up now, Sugaree
I'll meet you at the jubilee
And if that jubilee don't come
Maybe I'll meet you on the run

[chorus]

I'm shakin' ..sugree ....

EACE:

 

[Gusty Wind]

Loser
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia


If I had a gun for every ace that I had drawn
I could arm a town the size of Abilene
Don't you push me baby, 'cause I'm moaning low
And you know I'm only in it for the gold

All that I am asking for is ten gold dollars (note 1)
And I could pay you back with one good hand
You can look around at the wide world over
But you'll never find another honest man

Last fair deal in the country, sweet Susie (note 2)
Last fair deal in the town
Put your gold money where your love is baby
Before you let my deal go down

Don't you push me baby, 'cause I'm moaning low
Well I know a little something you won't ever know
Don't you touch hard liquor, just a cup of cold coffee
Gonna get up in the morning and go

Everybody's bragging and drinking that wine
I can tell the Queen of Diamonds by the way she shines
Come to daddy on an inside straight
Well I got no chance of losing this time
Well I got no chance of losing this time


~

 

[Gusty Wind]

 

[Gusty Wind]

To Lay Me Down
Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jerry Garcia


To lay me down once more, to lay me down
With my head in sparkling clover
Let the world go by, all lost in dreaming
To lay me down one last time, to lay me down

To be with you once more, to be with you
With our bodies close together
Let the world go by, like clouds a-streaming
To lay me down one last time, to lay me down

To lay me down, to lay me down
To lay me down one last time, to lay me down

To lie with you once more, to lie with you
With our dreams entwined together
To wake beside you, my love still sleeping
To tell sweet lies one last time and say goodnight

To lay me down, to lay me down
To lay me down one last time, to lay me down

~

 

[GeorgeWBush]

Hi gusty this is for you and it's blue.

http://www.mannersism.net/images/beefcake/BlueShorts.jpg

 

[Gusty Wind]

Wow ... Oh .... George! ty

Nice shorts. Urr .. I MEAN ..nice boy!

 

[GeorgeWBush]

Wow ... Oh .... George! ty

Nice shorts. Urr .. I MEAN ..nice boy!

I thught you would like it.

Just thinking of your happyness.

 

[Gusty Wind]

I thught you would like it.

Just thinking of your happyness.

Sure, if is you. ...

Hmmm ...

 

[GeorgeWBush]

Sure, if is you. ...

Hmmm ...

I wish i had a body like that. Mine well it's a lot different but you will see next week i'm going to go over and have a frien scan it onto his comeputer and email it to me.

And i will make sure you see it.

 

[Sappholovers]

A blues poem by one of our colleagues on Lit

Here's a wonderful poem for this thread by a Literotica writer.



the blues
by Jenna Grey ©
*the blues*

I got this thing about blues...

lose myself in memories
summer sea autumn
sky eyes
over me, moving me
taking me under
like the sea.

bury those blues in my garden
up come forget-me-nots;
the last lobelia.

i got this thing about blues.

losin' myself in the cool feel of Levi’s
losin' Levi’s
findin skin against skin.
meltin like the horizon.
like sky blue on tourmaline seas.

always searchin night skies.
midnight blue.
always hopin
for a blue moon
that for just once
really
looks
blue.

i got this thing about blues.

smooth sweet beat
lickin' my veins
like your tongue on my honey
tastin me
takin me
meltin' me

i got this thing about blues.
winter midnight sky eyes
hauntin' blue eyes
so blue. so blue.
so blue.


i got this thing about blues.

-end-

 

[Gusty Wind]

Re: A blues poem by one of our colleagues on Lit

Here's a wonderful poem for this thread by a Literotica writer.



the blues
by Jenna Grey ©
*the blues*

I got this thing about blues...

lose myself in memories
summer sea autumn
sky eyes
over me, moving me
taking me under
like the sea.

bury those blues in my garden
up come forget-me-nots;
the last lobelia.

i got this thing about blues.

losin' myself in the cool feel of Levi’s
losin' Levi’s
findin skin against skin.
meltin like the horizon.
like sky blue on tourmaline seas.

always searchin night skies.
midnight blue.
always hopin
for a blue moon
that for just once
really
looks
blue.

i got this thing about blues.

smooth sweet beat
lickin' my veins
like your tongue on my honey
tastin me
takin me
meltin' me

i got this thing about blues.
winter midnight sky eyes
hauntin' blue eyes
so blue. so blue.
so blue.


i got this thing about blues.

-end-

Awesome blue.....

 

[Gusty Wind]

Bob Dylan lyrics :: Political World lyrics


We live in a political world,
Love don't have any place.
We're living in times where men commit crimes
And crime don't have a face
We live in a political world,
Icicles hanging down,
Wedding bells ring and angels sing,
clouds cover up the ground.
We live in a political world,
Wisdom is thrown into jail,
It rots in a cell, is misguided as hell
Leaving no one to pick up a trail.
We live in a political world
Where mercy walks the plank,
Life is in mirrors, death disappears
Up the steps into the nearest bank.
We live in a political world
Where courage is a thing of the past
Houses are haunted, children are unwanted
The next day could be your last.
We live in a political world.
The one we can see and can feel
But there's no one to check, it's all a stacked deck,
We all know for sure that it's real.
We live in a political world
In the cities of lonesome fear,
Little by little you turn in the middle
But you're never why you're here.
We live in a political world
Under the microscope,
You can travel anywhere and hang yourself there
You always got more than enough rope.
We live in a political world
Turning and a'thrashing about,
As soon as you're awake, you're trained to take
What looks like the easy way out.
We live in a political world
Where peace is not welcome at al,
It's turned away from the door to wander some more
Or put up against the wall.
We live in apolitical world
Everything is hers or his,
Climb into the frame and shout God's name
But you're never sure what it is.

~

 

[Gusty Wind]

WHERE TEARDROPS FALL

Words and Music by Bob Dylan
1989 Special Rider Music


Far Away where the soft winds blow,
Far away from it all,
There is a place you go
Where teardrops fall.

Far away in the stormy night,
Far away and over the wall,
You are there in the flickering light
Where teardrops fall.

We banged the drum slowly
And played the fife lowly,
You know the song in my heart.
In the turning of twilight,
In the shadows of moonlight,
You can show me a new place to start.

I've torn my clothes and I've drained the cup,
Strippin' away at it all,
Thinking of you when the sun comes up
Where teardrops fall.

By rivers of blindness,
In love and with kindness
We could hold up a toast if we meet.
To the cuttin' of fences,
To sharpen the senses
That linger in the fireball heat.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
And time is beginning to crawl,
I just might have to come see you
Where teardrops fall.

 

[Gusty Wind]

EVERYTHING IS BROKEN

Words and Music by Bob Dylan
1989 Special Rider Music


Broken lines, broken strings,
Broken threads, broken springs,
Broken idols, broken heads,
People sleeping in broken beds.
Ain't no use jiving
Ain't no use joking
Everything is broken.

Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken.

Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground

Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones.
Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin',
Everything is broken.

Every time you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face

Broken hands on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties, broken vows,
Broken pipes, broken tools,
People bending broken rules.
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
Everything is broken.

~

 

[Gusty Wind]

RING THEM BELLS

Ring them bells, ye heathen
From the city that dreams,
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries
Cross the valleys and streams,
For they're deep and they're wide
And the world's on its side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride.

Ring them bells St. Peter
Where the four winds blow,
Ring them bells with an iron hand
So the people will know.
Oh it's rush hour now
On the wheel and the plow
And the sun is going down
Upon the sacred cow.

Ring them bells Sweet Martha,
For the poor man's son,
Ring them bells so the world will know
That God is one.
Oh the shepherd is asleep
Where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled
With lost sheep.

Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf,
Ring them bells for all of us who are left,
Ring them bells for the chosen few
Who will judge the many when the game is through.
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,
For the child that cries
When innocence dies.

Ring them bells St. Catherine
From the top of the room,
Ring them from the fortress
For the lilies that bloom.
Oh the lines are long
And the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance
Between right and wrong.

 

[Gusty Wind]

MAN IN THE LONG BLACK COAT

Words and Music by Bob Dylan
1989 Special Rider Music



Crickets are chirpin', the water is high,
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry,
Window wide open, African trees
Bent over backwards from a hurricane breeze.
Not a word of goodbye, not even a note,
She gone with the man
In the long black coat.

Somebody seem him hanging around
At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town.
He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask
If he wanted to dance, he had a face like a mask.
Somebody said from the Bible he'd quote
There was dust on the man
In the long black coat.

Preacher was a talkin', there's a sermon he gave,
He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved,
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied.
It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat,
She gave her heart to the man
In the long black coat.

There are no mistakes in life some people say
It is true sometimes you can see it that way.
But people don't live or die, people just float.
She went with the man
In the long black coat.

There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June,
Tree trunks uprooted, 'neath the high crescent moon
Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
Somebody is out there beating a dead horse.
She never said nothing, there was nothing she wrote,
She gone with the man
In the long black coat.

 

[Gusty Wind]

MOST OF THE TIME

Words and Music by Bob Dylan
1989 Special Rider Music



Most of the time
I'm clear focused all around,
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground,
I can follow the path, I can read the signs,
Stay right with it when the road unwinds,
I can handle whatever I stumble upon.
I don't even notice she's gone,
Most of the time.

Most of the time
It's well understood,
Most of the time
I wouldn't change it if I could,
I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own,
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
I can survive, I can endure
And I don't even think about her
Most of the time.

Most of the time
My head is on straight,
Most of the time
I'm strong enough not to hate.
I don't build up illusion 'til it makes me sick,
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick.
I can smile in the face of mankind.
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.

Most of the time
She ain't even in my mind,
I wouldn't know her if I saw her,
She's that far behind.
Most of the time
I can't even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was with her.

Most of the time
I'm halfway content,
Most of the time
I know exactly where it went,
I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,
Hide from the feelings that are buried inside.
I don't compromised and I don't pretend,
I don't even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.

 

[Gusty Wind]

WHAT GOOD AM I?

Words and Music by Bob Dylan
1989 Special Rider Music



What good am I if I'm like all the rest,
If I just turn away, when I see how you're dressed,
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,
What good am I?

What good am I if I know and don't do,
I If I see and don't say, if I look right through you,
If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky,
What good am I?

What good am I while you softly weep
And I hear in my head what you say in your sleep,
And I freeze in the moment like the rest who don't try,
What good am I?

What good am I then to others and me
If I've had every chance and yet still fail to see
If my hands are tied must I not wonder within
Who tied them and why and where must I have been

What good am I if I say foolish things
And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings
And I just turn my back while you silently die,
What good am I?