I Lost the Blues
Mr_Yesterday
I’m finally finishing putting my studio back together and have a bit of a production backlog. This a capella helped me troubleshoot and muffle the closet aka “mic booth.” Straight-ahead gospel blues in D. Raw and processed stems at 96k are in the zip.
Mrs_Yesterday’s reaction on hearing it for the first time was, “I love you, too.” So I guessed that was good enough.
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I Lost the Blues
Lyrics (cc)BY D A Ayer 2018
Well, I sometimes sing the blues because I love the way they sound.
Sad and lonely as I’m sure to feel the day they lay you in the ground.
We’ve been poor, but seldom hungry, and won a few more times than lose.
It’s been such a long road that along the way I somehow lost the blues.
Well, I used to sing the blues because I felt my life was tough.
I worked and scrounged and hustled; still, I never got enough.
Day by day my life grew better once I taught myself to choose
yet of all the things I left behind I only miss the blues.
Some day I’ll sing the blues ‘cause I’ll be feelin’ awful bad.
They’re the only thing I know of that can lift me when I’m sad.
I’ll reach right down inside me so’s to sing them righteously
for the Blues is music of the soul: when you need them, there they’ll be.
Well, sometimes I sing the blues because I love the way they sound:
sad and mournful as an old dog’s howl when his master can’t be found.
My way’s been strange but life’s been good and I’ve won more than I lose.
Yet when I wander back along that road I always find the blues.
Mrs_Yesterday’s reaction on hearing it for the first time was, “I love you, too.” So I guessed that was good enough.
—————
I Lost the Blues
Lyrics (cc)BY D A Ayer 2018
Well, I sometimes sing the blues because I love the way they sound.
Sad and lonely as I’m sure to feel the day they lay you in the ground.
We’ve been poor, but seldom hungry, and won a few more times than lose.
It’s been such a long road that along the way I somehow lost the blues.
Well, I used to sing the blues because I felt my life was tough.
I worked and scrounged and hustled; still, I never got enough.
Day by day my life grew better once I taught myself to choose
yet of all the things I left behind I only miss the blues.
Some day I’ll sing the blues ‘cause I’ll be feelin’ awful bad.
They’re the only thing I know of that can lift me when I’m sad.
I’ll reach right down inside me so’s to sing them righteously
for the Blues is music of the soul: when you need them, there they’ll be.
Well, sometimes I sing the blues because I love the way they sound:
sad and mournful as an old dog’s howl when his master can’t be found.
My way’s been strange but life’s been good and I’ve won more than I lose.
Yet when I wander back along that road I always find the blues.