you And whatever it was I couldn't pin down or tame Or lay blame at the feet of. This is not the end It's just another scene Blue gone green I let you
A wheel of understanding I'm a loadin', loadin' my war machine I'm contributing to the system, the break down scheme I'm a shuttin' down, I'm shuttin' down your greed for green
Hues of blues and greens surround me Knowing you have found another love Has turned me world to sorrow Green with envy for another Fearing she may be
Speech by Elwood: All right people. The rest of the hard working all star Blues Brothers are gonna be out here in a minute, including my little brother
Woke up this mornin' feelin' so bad Out my window it was rainin' Didn't even feel like runnin' I didn't feel like doin' anythin' Then the phone wouldn
Woke up this morning feeling so bad Out my window it was raining Didn't even feel like running I didn't feel like doing anything Then the phone wouldn
Cancer Choose her a name she will answer to Call her Green and the winters cannot fade her Call her Green for the children who've made her Little Green
Whisper whilst I'm Still waiting in front of the door I wait for you Whisper your love and just Pick up the days I drop along My life is seeping through
A distant night bird mocks the sun I wake as I have always done To freshly scented sycamore And cold bare feet on hardwood floor My steaming coffee warms
sea below Stars above Mirrors souls below Crest and fallen so serene You belong to me Drifting, Falling Ocean Blue Is now a Sea of Green.
There are no lyrics, its just him playing and a dog howling at the end
up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man I was up this mornin', ah, blues walkin' like a man Worried blues, give me your right hand And the blues
death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play 'The Last Post' in chorus? Did the pipes play 'The Flowers of the Forest'? The sun, oh it shines on the green
typewriter in the basement I miss making your room a mess i miss not being misused I miss it all, so I guess I lose Sea green, see blue Hmm September
the typewriter in the basement, i miss making your room . . a mess i miss not being misused i miss it all, so i guess i lose sea green, see blue hmmmmm
A distant night bird mocks the sun, I wake as I have always done, To freshly scented sycamore, And cold bare feet on hardwood floor. My steaming coffee
phone, who is it? Someone has come to visit Everybody do the hokey pokey, do the crackhouse blues! Do the mashed potato till your feet glow green Got