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Cruisin' For a Bluesin'
02:35
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Well, I was flying down the highway,
Trying to lose control.
Well, I was flying down the highway,
Trying to lose control.
Had a cop pass by me,
He said, "You're cruisin' for a bluesin' for sure."
She’s playing with the wrong guy,
No matter what they said.
She’s staying with the wrong guy,
No matter what they said.
If she don’t change her ways,
She's cruisin' for a bluesin' yet.
See him in the corner,
Playing with some Herr's Frau.
Won't you see him in the corner,
Playing with some Herr's Frau.
Aw, he better watch himself, baby,
He's cruisin' for a bluesin' now.
See those kids, there,
Dissing that record machine.
See those kids, there,
Dissing that record machine.
They’re cruisin’ for a bluesin’,
If you know what I mean.
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And if you want to sing, then I'll be there,
With a melody and a voice to spare.
And if you want me to sing a song for you,
I'll pick a tune that's clean and true.
Everywhere I go, the tone is pure and the basslines flow.
It comes from how you feel; the situation makes it real.
If you ever travel out too far,
Head into a 12 Bar.
Even if you can't be seen,
Oh, I'll know just what you mean.
I want to take you there, where the harmonies twirl through your hair.
Rhythm rocks around the bend, chords come and go and never end.
If you want me to sing a song for you,
I'll pick a tune that's clean and true.
And if you want to sing, then I'll be there,
With a melody and a voice to spare.
Voice to spare...
I'll be there...
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3. |
Two Ton Blues
02:21
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Sitting on this rock here, I think I'm gonna heave a sigh.
Sitting on this rock here, I think I'm gonna heave a sigh.
I think I got a pain here, baby; Ooo, lord, must be this boulder on my thigh.
Laying and sitting here, I feel like I'm about to choke.
Laying and sitting here, I feel like I'm about to choke.
Something's nagging on me now, aaah, pro'lly 'cause my leg is broke.
I look to my left, I look to my right, I see I'm surrounded by my friends.
They can save your life tonight, or baby, they can let it end.
I'm laying here moaning, I'll take what pain meds I can use.
I'm laying here moaning, mmmm, I'll take what pain meds I can use.
As long as I'm here in this hospital, aaaah, I've got about two tons of blues.
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4. |
The Bouncing Song
01:55
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5. |
Windows
02:16
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Behind the broken windows,
Lies a beauty in plain sight.
Bathing in the shadows,
Sits a Queen whom you might,
Recognize from long ago.
And in the mist she waits there,
And you think who she be.
Around her lies a lair,
So that she's clear to see,
But never know.
As she stands, you hear a phrase,
Leave My shadowed waste-land maze.
Don't tempt me love,
For I don't lose.
I only take and use,
And bruise.
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6. |
Killing Time Blues
03:10
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I'm so tired, I can barely see.
I'm so tired, I can barely see.
I think these long nights, baby, they might just be killing me.
I keep falling asleep in the middle of things.
I keep falling asleep in the middle of things.
Only way I stay up, mama, is to play the blues while I sing.
I think these long nights are killing me.
These long nights, they are killing me.
Ain't but my own fault, baby... staying up talking to you 'til 3.
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7. |
Happiness Surrounds You
00:56
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8. |
Blues My Way
06:34
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Where do I end?
Where does he begin?
Where do I come out,
And get my second wind?
My mind is a whirl of confusion
Fraught with emotional contusion
My body feels heavy as a tome.
But now I'm-a blues my way back home.
The castle's stone is shorn.
This kingdom's battle-torn.
My reign of love
Has given way to storm.
My soul dissipates into air,
A spirit of equal hope and despair.
Feelings and faith fade from Kodachrome.
Now I'm-a blues my way on home.
I thought I'd lost my way before.
The loneliness shook me to the core.
I thought I'd lost my way before.
But now I'll blues my way once more.
My attempts just look insane.
They bring my friends to pain.
That whirl of confusion
Has become a hurricane.
My head can't get itself into gear,
And my heart won't drive me away from here.
If I can't wonder where I roam,
I'm-a blues my way back home.
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9. |
F*G*J*P
03:26
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Brian Fischer Lafayette, Louisiana
Brian Fischer is a roots-rock musician. Investigating the roots of his favorite 60s/70s bands led Brian to the blues, British folk, and world music. Working in New Mexico brought him to American folk, pioneer music, and bluegrass. Continued exploration of music leads toward jazz and progressive music. The cultures in New Orleans and Lafayette, and the bands there, also influence him. ... more
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