Subject: b/blue_david/midnight_through_morning.crd
Date: Sun, 08 Jun 1997 17:22:16 GMT
From: [email protected]
David Blue Midnight Through Morning written by David Blue
[F]The room it was lit up me too I couldnt sit up
Engaged was my time in studying the wall
[C]And all the poets kept getting louder
Even though they weren't needed any longer
The strapless high heeled street walker
Believes every day that she goes y[C7]ounger
[F]Ah I wish I could [Eb]be her lover
[F]And go with her as [Eb]she makes her rounds
And [F]falls with her [C]hair as [Bb]it comes d[F]own
[F]The poets would keep on all night with thier come ons
[F]One would say somethong another'd say more
[C]Looking for contracts but finding the soap
Well I know she'd take them all as a joke
[C]Ah but she'd take them all no doubt
[C]And they never knowing what it was about
[F]Ah I wish I could [Eb]be her lover
[F]And go with her as [Eb]she makes her rounds
And [F]falls with her [C]hair as [Bb]it comes d[F]own
[F]With burning candle and the store window
Hard to believe there could be more
[C]All the poets complained of the cold
[C]But they only did what they were told
[C]Searching so hard for a satisfied mind
[C]While she walked by with a satisfied [C7]soul
[F]Ah I wish I could [Eb]be her lover
[F]And go with her as [Eb]she makes her rounds
And [F]falls with her [C]hair as [Bb]it comes d[F]own
[F]A radio played on to almost no one
[F]Attention was payed only to dawn
[C]As she stopped and bent to touch her nylons
And felt in the air for a post to lean on
No one could ever know her outside
In the take of an instant she had passed [C7]by
[F]Ah I wish I could [Eb]be her lover
[F]And go with her as [Eb]she makes her rounds
And [F]falls with her [C]hair as [Bb]it comes d[F]own
[F]Symbols and motives were again promoted
[F]Hard to believe there could be more
[C]As she moved on and then faded out
To the songs of the poet still keeping it up
The sidewalks cleared themselves for a new touch
And it all disappeared into the face of the [C7]clock
[F] [Eb] [F] [Eb] [F] [C] [Bb] [F]
From David Blue "David Blue LP"
Elektra Records 1966
Faithful Virtue Music Co
Date: Sun, 08 Jun 1997 17:22:16 GMT
From: [email protected]
David Blue Midnight Through Morning written by David Blue
[F]The room it was lit up me too I couldnt sit up
Engaged was my time in studying the wall
[C]And all the poets kept getting louder
Even though they weren't needed any longer
The strapless high heeled street walker
Believes every day that she goes y[C7]ounger
[F]Ah I wish I could [Eb]be her lover
[F]And go with her as [Eb]she makes her rounds
And [F]falls with her [C]hair as [Bb]it comes d[F]own
[F]The poets would keep on all night with thier come ons
[F]One would say somethong another'd say more
[C]Looking for contracts but finding the soap
Well I know she'd take them all as a joke
[C]Ah but she'd take them all no doubt
[C]And they never knowing what it was about
[F]Ah I wish I could [Eb]be her lover
[F]And go with her as [Eb]she makes her rounds
And [F]falls with her [C]hair as [Bb]it comes d[F]own
[F]With burning candle and the store window
Hard to believe there could be more
[C]All the poets complained of the cold
[C]But they only did what they were told
[C]Searching so hard for a satisfied mind
[C]While she walked by with a satisfied [C7]soul
[F]Ah I wish I could [Eb]be her lover
[F]And go with her as [Eb]she makes her rounds
And [F]falls with her [C]hair as [Bb]it comes d[F]own
[F]A radio played on to almost no one
[F]Attention was payed only to dawn
[C]As she stopped and bent to touch her nylons
And felt in the air for a post to lean on
No one could ever know her outside
In the take of an instant she had passed [C7]by
[F]Ah I wish I could [Eb]be her lover
[F]And go with her as [Eb]she makes her rounds
And [F]falls with her [C]hair as [Bb]it comes d[F]own
[F]Symbols and motives were again promoted
[F]Hard to believe there could be more
[C]As she moved on and then faded out
To the songs of the poet still keeping it up
The sidewalks cleared themselves for a new touch
And it all disappeared into the face of the [C7]clock
[F] [Eb] [F] [Eb] [F] [C] [Bb] [F]
From David Blue "David Blue LP"
Elektra Records 1966
Faithful Virtue Music Co
