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Blues Tonight
03:42
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Leave the windshield
Though it's covered in frost
When the radio feels like religion
'Cause you're trying
but you don't feel less lost
when "this next one's for all you misfits"
She said, "I hear the blues,
Are you diggin' the blues tonight, Eli?"
Well if the blues can't get me high, nothing can
Nothing,
nothing can pull me out of this if you can't
Nothing like when I heard
Gordie sing the blues
And everything made sense
When I lay with you
Just to feel a little less
'til you say, "I hear the blues,
are you feeling the blues tonight, Eli?"
If the blues can't get me high nothing can
You can stop me when I'm singing along
Say, "Honey, please, can we have some quiet?"
And I'll be quiet if you're saving this song
And hold you as if I knew why you were crying
I hear the blues
Are you feeling the blues tonight, baby?
Well if the blues can't save me nothing can
Nothing,
nothing can pull me out of this if I can't
pull myself out like when I heard
Nolan play the blues
And everything made sense
When I lay with you
And I feel a little less
And say, "I hear the blues,
are you diggin' the blues tonight, baby?"
Well if the blues can't save me nothing can
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Bulrush
03:56
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Six churches empty on this unlikely Sunday
Six more days to tame the earth
Then leave the sermons to the amateurs
Out in the bulrush a heron stands on one leg
Looks so supercilious
as he flies in fear away from us
Out in the bulrush, life is good but lonely
You can manage it with zen
and forget you ever had a friend
This line of work is easy but it's boring
I've done harder jobs for less
but I had something to come home to then
I want a girl who tells me I know how to dance
Out in the bulrush, it's music, booze, and mayflies
Dance like shadows in the footlights
until we forget what daylight looks like
One night with people who spend every day like
this and quickly I recall
all the milk I took in place of gall
Dressed to possess, she looked like a blessing from hell
And it's a bit like,
it feels a bit like flying with your knuckles in the mud
And it's a bit like,
it feels a bit like flying with your knuckles in the mud
And it's a bit like,
it feels a bit like years pass in a minute
but a minute never does
Out in the bulrush
Six churches empty out in the bulrush
I want a girl who tells me I know how to dance
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Eli Wells Hamilton, Ontario
HAMILTON, ON. SONGWRITER. AMERICANA, ETC. INSTRUMENTS, ASSORTED.
WORDS, PLENTY.
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