JackBlack
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Hi.
Ich hab gestern (in einem unerwarteten anfall von kreativität) endlich wieder einmal nen song geschrieben, und wie ich finde isses mein bester bis jetzt.
Ich hab mir gedacht es gibt schon so viel "Ich hab den Blues"-Songs,
aber jetzt ist er mal weg, der blues .
Gabs sicher schon zuvor, aber egal.
Zur Begleitung mit der Gitarre hab ich den 12-bar blues auf G im Kopf,
aber das muss noch verfeinert werden.
Also viel spass damit,
bitte um Lob,Kritik, Verbesserungsvorschläge etc.
Somebody stole my blues
Woke up this morning,
Felt empty in my soul.
I lokked a little closer,
But there still was Rock´n Roll.
But then it hit me,
And I was shocked,
My feet grew heavy,
And my mind was blocked.
I still had my heart,
Still had my shoes,
But I was missing my blues.
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Yeah some dirty old bastard stole my blues,
Ohh, some motherfucking jerk stole my blues.
Tried to calm down, but there was no use,
Whithout my blues.
I searched it here,
I searched it there,
I god-damming searched it everywhere.
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Then I took a walk,
To collect my thoughts,
Went down the street,
To the liquor store
Bought a bottle of whiskey,
And a bottle of wine,
Got really drunk,
wanted to resign.
But then I heared,
That certain snooze,
And I thought hey,
A´int that my blues?
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I tried to follow,
That wonderfull sound,
Three blocks ahead,
I found that hound.
People were standing all arround him,
Aplaused every note that he played,
I got really furious,
Pulled out my 23-inch blade.
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And I cut his hed of,
Ripped of his eggs,
I cut his tounge out,
And burned his legs.
Because nobody plays my blues,
But I do
playing it all night long
Yes I do
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That guy was finished,
I gave him the rest,
By opening,
His bloody chest.
And there it was,
I was reliefed,
Besides his soul,
I found my blues.
I picked it up - whooo
what a feeling,
it felt so good,
it was so healing.
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Than I ran home,
Picked up my 6-String,
And played the blues,
What a wonderfull thing.
Yeah I played the blues,
Like I have never,
I wrote this song,
I lasts forever.
So don´t you mess whith my blues,
Cause there is no excuse,
For steeling someones blues.
Ich hab gestern (in einem unerwarteten anfall von kreativität) endlich wieder einmal nen song geschrieben, und wie ich finde isses mein bester bis jetzt.
Ich hab mir gedacht es gibt schon so viel "Ich hab den Blues"-Songs,
aber jetzt ist er mal weg, der blues .
Gabs sicher schon zuvor, aber egal.
Zur Begleitung mit der Gitarre hab ich den 12-bar blues auf G im Kopf,
aber das muss noch verfeinert werden.
Also viel spass damit,
bitte um Lob,Kritik, Verbesserungsvorschläge etc.
Somebody stole my blues
Woke up this morning,
Felt empty in my soul.
I lokked a little closer,
But there still was Rock´n Roll.
But then it hit me,
And I was shocked,
My feet grew heavy,
And my mind was blocked.
I still had my heart,
Still had my shoes,
But I was missing my blues.
------------------------------------------------------
Yeah some dirty old bastard stole my blues,
Ohh, some motherfucking jerk stole my blues.
Tried to calm down, but there was no use,
Whithout my blues.
I searched it here,
I searched it there,
I god-damming searched it everywhere.
------------------------------------------------------
Then I took a walk,
To collect my thoughts,
Went down the street,
To the liquor store
Bought a bottle of whiskey,
And a bottle of wine,
Got really drunk,
wanted to resign.
But then I heared,
That certain snooze,
And I thought hey,
A´int that my blues?
------------------------------------------------------
I tried to follow,
That wonderfull sound,
Three blocks ahead,
I found that hound.
People were standing all arround him,
Aplaused every note that he played,
I got really furious,
Pulled out my 23-inch blade.
------------------------------------------------------
And I cut his hed of,
Ripped of his eggs,
I cut his tounge out,
And burned his legs.
Because nobody plays my blues,
But I do
playing it all night long
Yes I do
------------------------------------------------------
That guy was finished,
I gave him the rest,
By opening,
His bloody chest.
And there it was,
I was reliefed,
Besides his soul,
I found my blues.
I picked it up - whooo
what a feeling,
it felt so good,
it was so healing.
------------------------------------------------------
Than I ran home,
Picked up my 6-String,
And played the blues,
What a wonderfull thing.
Yeah I played the blues,
Like I have never,
I wrote this song,
I lasts forever.
So don´t you mess whith my blues,
Cause there is no excuse,
For steeling someones blues.
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