Frank
3607 posts
Jan 01, 2014
4:11 AM
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"...But now the Blues, what I try and explain all the time, the Real Old Blues, (me an' the reverend was talkin' it over this mornin', he knows it too), the Real Old Blues don't call for no, no jumpin'. If you go to jumpin'... that ain't the Blues. They can name it the Blues, but it ain't the Blues.
"The Blues is just by itself. That's the Blues. When you done got lonesome and worried, don't know what to do. Thinkin' 'bout your loved ones, and people, that you wanna be nice to you, and you been nice to them but they ain't and you're deceived by 'em.
"Now you got the Blues about 'em and you don't know what to do...you wants to see 'em, wonder where they at, wonder where they going, wonder why they deceive me. I trust 'em with everything I had, I done everything, I turn my heart to 'em with faith and belief in 'em, and then they get up and deceive me.
"Now you don't know whether to cut their throat or to cry again. That's the Blues. B-L-U-S-E.
"...You cry and you cry alone. Weep alone. Then you wanna shut up in the room someplace, you don't want no company too much -- you not mad with the other people but you wanna, lock your door and get in there where you can cry a good fashion. Hear somebody knockin' on your door -- you don't wanna hear 'em, it's not you're mad with 'em; you don't want no company right now. You wanna sit in and concentrate in your own mind, you don't want no botherin', not even with daddy, sister, or mama, nobody. Oh, I wish they would go away..."
Last Edited by Frank on Jan 01, 2014 4:14 AM
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