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My Sad Eyed Lady Looks like Joni Mitchell in the low lights,
In a saddened moment screaming without sound
Cascading silent reverb of an accident you hope never, ever..
In a saddened moment screaming without sound
Cascading silent reverb of an accident you hope never, ever..
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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a blue lady indeed.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
You've made me curious with this short little story.
who's this one? does she sing?
In a saddened moment screaming without sound
Cascading silent reverb of an accident I hope never, ever..
Her substance is addictive, beautiful songs in a hollow tomb
Made from a blues standard, Billie Holiday without sound,
Water fall scenes of Rainy Day Women, I pray this never..
thanks for reading
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As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
In a saddened moment screaming without sound
Cascading silent reverb of an accident I hope never, ever..
Her substance is addictive, beautiful songs in a hollow tomb
Made from a blues standard, Billie Holiday without sound,
Water fall scenes of Rainy Day Women, I pray this never..
Low Land Lady Looks like Patsy Cline in Kentucky bar lights,
For a joyous moment her voice felt like the Sweetest Dreams
Falling off to sleep with an assurance that nothing bad ever...
thanks for reading
** i reserve the right to edit, even if i don't have the edit button. it's the hardest button to button, after all
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
In a saddened moment screaming without sound
Cascading silent reverb of an accident I hope never, ever..
Her substance is addictive, beautiful songs in a hollow tomb
Sings a blues standard, Billie Holiday without sound,
Water fall scenes of Rainy Day Women, I pray this never..
Low Land Lady Looks like Patsy Cline in Kentucky bar lights,
For a joyous moment her voice felt like the Sweetest Dreams
Falling off to sleep with an assurance that nothing bad ever...
Her elegance is addiction, jazz songs melting in scenic tones,
Still Life sizzles around her, Ella Fitzgerald raises the sound,
Rain Forests in Brazil, a Girl From Ipanema, I hope it...
thanks for reading
** i reserve the right to edit, even if i don't have the edit button. it's the hardest button to button, after all
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
well stated.
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
In a saddened moment screaming without sound
Cascading silent reverb of an accident I hope never, ever..
Her substance is addictive, beautiful songs fill a hollow tomb
Sings a blue standard, Billie Holiday without sound,
Water fall scenes of Rainy Day Women, I pray this never..
Low Land Lady Looks like Patsy Cline in Kentucky bar lights,
For a joyous moment her voice felt like the Sweetest Dreams
Falling off to sleep with an assurance that nothing bad ever...
Her elegance is addiction, jazz songs melting in scenic tones,
Still Life sizzles around her, Ella Fitzgerald raises the sound,
Rain Forests in Brazil, a Girl From Ipanema, I hope it...
My Sad Eyed Lady Looks like Janis Joplin in Southern Comfort,
From the moment her crying voice stole my heart's pieces
And yours too, as you listened and cried, it..
thanks for reading
** i reserve the right to edit, even if i don't have the edit button. it's the hardest button to button, after all
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
perhaps even if it makes you feel anything at all. you know jess i can picture you late at night, gin in hand, listening to your ladies drawing inspiration.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
In a saddened moment screaming without sound
Cascading silent reverb of an accident I hope never, ever..
Her substance is addictive, beautiful songs fill a hollow tomb
Sings a blue standard, Billie Holiday without sound,
Water fall scenes of Rainy Day Women, I pray this never..
Low Land Lady Looks like Patsy Cline in Kentucky bar lights,
For a joyous moment her voice felt like the Sweetest Dreams
Falling off to sleep with an assurance that nothing bad ever...
Her elegance is addiction, jazz songs melting in scenic tones,
Still Life sizzles around her, Ella Fitzgerald raises the sound,
Rain Forests in Brazil, a Girl From Ipanema, I hope it...
Our Sad Eyed Lady Looks like Janis Joplin in Southern Comfort,
From the moment her crying voice stole my heart's pieces
And yours too, as we listened and we cried, it..
Her fragrance captures my soul, cascading walls of blues,
Behind a pop blended melody, Diana Ross rocked my wound,
Baby Where Did Our Love Go... I know it all too often..
thanks for reading
** i reserve the right to edit, even if i don't have the edit button. it's the hardest button to button, after all
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
man!
In a saddened moment screaming without sound
Cascading silent reverb of an accident I hope never, ever..
Her substance is addictive, beautiful songs in hollow tombs,
Songs in a blue standard, Billie Holiday without sound,
Water fall scenes of Rainy Day Women, I pray this never..
Low Land Lady Looks like Patsy Cline in Kentucky bar lights,
For a joyous moment her voice felt like the Sweetest Dreams
Falling off to sleep with an assurance that nothing bad ever...
Her elegance is addiction, jazz songs melting in scenic tones,
Still Life sizzles around her, Ella Fitzgerald raises the sound,
Rain Forests in Brazil, a Girl From Ipanema, I hope it...
Our Sad Eyed Lady Looks like Janis Joplin in Southern Comfort,
From the moment her crying voice stole my heart's pieces
And yours too, as we listened and we cried, it..
Her fragrance captures my soul, cascading walls of blues,
Behind a pop blended melody, Diana Ross rocked my wound,
Baby Where Did Our Love Go... I know it all too often..
Blue Brit Baby Looks like Dusty Springfield in brit mod style,
From the moment her voice cried about the preacher's boy,
I wanted to be the preacher's boy, I pray someday it..
thanks for reading
** i reserve the right to edit, even if i don't have the edit button. it's the hardest button to button, after all [/quote]
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
In a saddened moment screaming without sound
Cascading silent reverb of an accident I hope never, ever..
Her substance is addictive, beautiful songs in hollow tombs,
Songs in a blue standard, Billie Holiday without sound,
Water fall scenes of Rainy Day Women, I pray this never..
Low Land Lady Looks like Patsy Cline in Kentucky bar lights,
For a joyous moment her voice felt like the Sweetest Dreams
Falling off to sleep with an assurance that nothing bad ever...
Her elegance is addiction, jazz songs melting in scenic tones,
Still Life sizzles around her, Ella Fitzgerald raises the sound,
Rain Forests in Brazil, a Girl From Ipanema, I hope it...
Our Sad Eyed Lady Looks like Janis Joplin in Southern Comfort,
From the moment her crying voice stole my heart's pieces
And yours too, as we listened and we cried, it..
Her fragrance captures my soul, cascading walls of blues,
Behind a pop blended melody, Diana Ross rocked my wound,
Baby Where Did Our Love Go... I know it all too often..
Blue Brit Baby Looks like Dusty Springfield in brit mod style,
From the moment her voice cried about the preacher's boy,
I wanted to be the preacher's boy, I pray someday it..
thanks for reading
** i reserve the right to edit, even if i don't have the edit button. it's the hardest button to button, after all
just a tidy edit.. hehe.. we shall overcome someday
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
In a saddened moment screaming without sound
Cascading silent reverb of an accident I hope never, ever..
Her substance is addictive, beautiful songs in hollow tombs,
Songs in a blue standard, Billie Holiday without sound,
Water fall scenes of Rainy Day Women, I pray this never..
Low Land Lady Looks like Patsy Cline in Kentucky bar lights,
For a joyous moment her voice felt like the Sweetest Dreams
Falling off to sleep with an assurance that nothing bad ever...
Her elegance is addiction, jazz songs melting in scenic tones,
Still Life sizzles around her, Ella Fitzgerald raises the sound,
Rain Forests in Brazil, a Girl From Ipanema, I hope it...
Our Sad Eyed Lady Looks like Janis Joplin in Southern Comfort,
From the moment her crying voice stole my heart's pieces
And yours too, as we listened and we cried, it..
Her fragrance captures my soul, cascading walls of blues,
Behind a pop blended melody, Diana Ross rocked my wound,
Baby Where Did Our Love Go... I know it all too often..
Blue Brit Baby Looks like Dusty Springfield in brit mod style,
From the moment her voice cried about the preacher's boy,
I wanted to be the preacher's boy, I pray someday it..
Her Broken Hearted Melody resonates my timber, why not
Take All Of Me sang Sarah Vaughn, and her sweet voice surrounds
All that is left of me, all that of me, is sure and sometimes..
thanks for reading
** i reserve the right to edit, even if i don't have the edit button. it's the hardest button to button, after all
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
good stuff.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
In a saddened moment screaming without sound
Cascading silent reverb of an accident I hope never, ever..
Her substance is addictive, beautiful songs in hollow tombs,
Songs in a blue standard, Billie Holiday without sound,
Water fall scenes of Rainy Day Women, I pray this never..
Low Land Lady Looks like Patsy Cline in Kentucky bar lights,
For a joyous moment her voice felt like the Sweetest Dreams
Falling off to sleep with an assurance that nothing bad ever...
Her elegance is addiction, jazz songs melting in scenic tones,
Still Life sizzles around her, Ella Fitzgerald raises the sound,
Rain Forests in Brazil, a Girl From Ipanema, I hope it...
Our Sad Eyed Lady Looks like Janis Joplin in Southern Comfort,
From the moment her crying voice stole my heart's pieces
And yours too, as we listened and we cried, it..
Her fragrance captures my soul, cascading walls of blues,
Behind a pop blended melody, Diana Ross rocked my wound,
Baby Where Did Our Love Go... I know it all too often..
Blue Brit Baby Looks like Dusty Springfield in brit mod style,
From the moment her voice cried about the preacher's boy,
I wanted to be the preacher's boy, I pray someday it..
Her Broken Hearted Melody resonates my timber, why not
Take All Of Me sang Sarah Vaughn, and her sweet voice surrounds
All that is left of me, all that of me, is sure and sometimes..
Hasten Down the Wind with Linda Ronstadt, as is my desire
The lonesome, lover's voice, the cry of the Southwest Desert Rose,
The dark, liquidating eyes of a woman who makes me..
thanks for reading
** i reserve the right to edit, even if i don't have the edit button. it's the hardest button to button, after all
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green