Jump Jump The Bills Are Due
Hurry Hurry The Bills Are Due
The Phone Is Ringing, The Bills Are Due
Have No Life The Bills Are Due
Run Run Run The Bills Are Due
Friday Night To Saturday Try'n Have Some Fun
Sunday Get Ready Run Run Run
Jump Up Early Come Monday
The Bills Are Due
(3-line blues)
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I got the “ain’t no more common sense, ain’t no more common sense” blues.
I got the “ain’t no more, gone forever, no more common sense” blues.
Kids piercin’ tongues are common events;
don’t know what happened to common sense.
High-priced jeans on drugstore rack, blue jeans from some ragman’s sack,
Ripped in the knees, bleached in the back.
Torn jeans and swim suits with holes in the knees.
......
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Silver oyster ladles and gravy boats
Yeah, antiques to please guests in ties and coats
Trappings of wealth - reward for noble things you do
Jobs provided, people healed,
Good books written, treaties sealed
I’ve got the lost elegance gold and silver blues.
Fine linen, crisp and white; place-settings laid out just right.
......
always with the mid-week blues - some strange strange rut -
whatever high came yesterday -
today came the breaking of the donkey's back...
even the whiskey isn't helping -
well - it just might if shy away -
from the grand world colours and
things as really real and tangible as bricks,
the sun the moon the clouds - back to my usual -
seeing the letters and the words: but not hearing them
and not having to shout them either from
......
Back then she was singing the blues,
In a smaller club where the sunset-
Splashed the walls in various hues,
On a plummy street called Somerset.
I was introduced to her backstage,
In that far away, long ago place,
Before she had become all the rage,
With her jet-setter's renowned face.
......
(lyrics)
Silver oyster ladles and gravy boats
Yeah, antiques to please guests in ties and coats
Trappings of wealth - reward for noble things you do
Jobs provided, people healed,
Good books written, treaties sealed
I’ve got the lost elegance gold and silver blues.
Fine linen, crisp and white; place-settings laid out just right.
......
(3-line blues)
<intro>
I got the “ain’t no more common sense, ain’t no more common sense” blues.
I got the “ain’t no more, gone forever, no more common sense” blues.
Kids piercin’ tongues are common events;
don’t know what happened to common sense.
High-priced jeans on drugstore rack, blue jeans from some ragman’s sack,
Ripped in the knees, bleached in the back.
Torn jeans and swim suits with holes in the knees.
......
indigo evening
the lapis lazuli sea
lovely blue roses
sunshine bluebonnets
teal skies of happier days
megastar asters
ribbiting frogs, pond
nights on the town midnight blue
......
Back then she was singing the blues,
In a smaller club where the sunset-
Splashed the walls in various hues,
On a plummy street called Somerset.
I was introduced to her backstage,
In that far away, long ago place,
Before she had become all the rage,
With her jet-setter's renowned face.
......
always with the mid-week blues - some strange strange rut -
whatever high came yesterday -
today came the breaking of the donkey's back...
even the whiskey isn't helping -
well - it just might if shy away -
from the grand world colours and
things as really real and tangible as bricks,
the sun the moon the clouds - back to my usual -
seeing the letters and the words: but not hearing them
and not having to shout them either from
......