• Song:

    Midnight Through Morning

  • Artist:

    David Blue

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Subject: b/blue_david/midnight_through_morning.crd
Date: Sun, 08 Jun 1997 17:22:16 GMT
From: PGFN95A@prodigy.com

David Blue   Midnight Through Morning  written by David Blue


FThe (133211@1)room it was lit up me too I couldnt sit up

Engaged was my time in studying the wall
CAnd (x32010@1)all the poets kept getting louder

Even though they weren't needed any longer

The strapless high heeled street walker
                                  C7Believes (x32310@1)every day that she goes younger
F (133211@1)               EbAh (x43121@3)I wish I could be her lover
F (133211@1)                EbAnd (x43121@3)go with her as she makes her rounds
    F (133211@1)            C (x32010@1)     Bb (x1333x@1)      FAnd (133211@1)falls with her hair as it comes down
FThe (133211@1)poets would keep on all night with thier come ons
FOne (133211@1)would say somethong another'd say more
CLooking (x32010@1)for contracts but finding the soap

Well I know she'd take them all as a joke
CAh (x32010@1)but she'd take them all no doubt
CAnd (x32010@1)they never knowing what it was about
F (133211@1)               EbAh (x43121@3)I wish I could be her lover
F (133211@1)                EbAnd (x43121@3)go with her as she makes her rounds
    F (133211@1)            C (x32010@1)     Bb (x1333x@1)      FAnd (133211@1)falls with her hair as it comes down
FWith (133211@1)burning candle  and the store window

Hard to believe there could be more
CAll (x32010@1)the poets complained of the cold
CBut (x32010@1)they only did what they were told
CSearching (x32010@1)so hard for a satisfied mind
C (x32010@1)                                  C7While (x32310@1)she walked by with a satisfied soul
F (133211@1)               EbAh (x43121@3)I wish I could be her lover
F (133211@1)                EbAnd (x43121@3)go with her as she makes her rounds
    F (133211@1)            C (x32010@1)     Bb (x1333x@1)      FAnd (133211@1)falls with her hair as it comes down
FA (133211@1)radio played on to almost no one
FAttention (133211@1)was payed only to dawn
CAs (x32010@1)she stopped and bent to touch her nylons

And felt  in the air for a post to lean on

No one could ever know her outside
                                         C7In (x32310@1)the take of an instant she had passed by
F (133211@1)               EbAh (x43121@3)I wish I could be her lover
F (133211@1)                EbAnd (x43121@3)go with her as she makes her rounds
    F (133211@1)            C (x32010@1)     Bb (x1333x@1)      FAnd (133211@1)falls with her hair as it comes down
FSymbols (133211@1)and motives were again promoted
FHard (133211@1)to believe  there could be more
CAs (x32010@1)she moved on and then faded out

To the songs of the poet still keeping it up

The sidewalks cleared themselves for a new touch
                                            C7And (x32310@1)it all disappeared into the face of the clock

F (133211@1)Eb (x43121@3) F (133211@1)Eb (x43121@3) F (133211@1)C (x32010@1)name="chord_x1333x@1">Bb  F (133211@1)
   From David Blue "David Blue LP"
   Elektra Records 1966
   Faithful Virtue Music Co

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