When the blues come around
it’ll burn you down.
The heart needs blood
like love
in a dream,
but the blues
only bring a match
and gasoline.
When you’re singing the blues
late into the night,
your soul knows
you’re not
getting it right,
because it’s a bad scene
mixing blood
with gasoline.
You open a window in your head
trying for some fresh air,
only to find
nothing there.
It’s like mixing love and the blues
into a dream,
it’ll blow your heart
all apart
like nothing
you’ve ever seen.
When your heart
starts running
chasing what it has seen,
chances are
you’ll need to go far
before you find that dream.
The blues, like love,
are as old
as ancient hopes
bought and sold.
Sometimes you win,
sometimes you lose;
the blues can be smooth sweet bourbon,
or bad, bad booze.
If you don’t break
and only bend,
love will win
in the end.
All life through
both love and the blues
are out to get you;
it’s the damn’dest thing
you’ve ever seen,
like mixing blood
with gasoline.
“So you find me hard to handle, I’m easier to hold” – Greg Allman
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