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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


F
The room it was lit up me too I couldnt sit up

Engaged was my time in studying the wall
C
And all the poets kept getting louder

Even though they weren't needed any longer

The strapless high heeled street walker
                                  C7
Believes every day that she goes younger
F                 Eb
Ah I wish I could be her lover
F                  Eb
And go with her as she makes her rounds
    F              C       Bb        F
And falls with her hair as it comes down
F
The poets would keep on all night with thier come ons
F
One would say somethong another'd say more
C
Looking for contracts but finding the soap

Well I know she'd take them all as a joke
C
Ah but she'd take them all no doubt
C
And they never knowing what it was about
F                 Eb
Ah I wish I could be her lover
F                  Eb
And go with her as she makes her rounds
    F              C       Bb        F
And falls with her hair as it comes down
F
With burning candle  and the store window

Hard to believe there could be more
C
All the poets complained of the cold
C
But they only did what they were told
C
Searching so hard for a satisfied mind
C                                    C7
While she walked by with a satisfied soul
F                 Eb
Ah I wish I could be her lover
F                  Eb
And go with her as she makes her rounds
    F              C       Bb        F
And falls with her hair as it comes down
F
A radio played on to almost no one
F
Attention was payed only to dawn
C
As 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
                                         C7
In the take of an instant she had passed by
F                 Eb
Ah I wish I could be her lover
F                  Eb
And go with her as she makes her rounds
    F              C       Bb        F
And falls with her hair as it comes down
F
Symbols and motives were again promoted
F
Hard to believe  there could be more
C
As 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
                                            C7
And it all disappeared into the face of the clock

F  Eb   F  Eb   F  C Bb  F


   From David Blue "David Blue LP"
   Elektra Records 1966
   Faithful Virtue Music Co