The bass starts, slow and sinuous as smoke, soon joined by the other instruments. The drums are understated, mostly keeping the beat as it adds the rhythmic background, while the piano provides the bass chord foundation of the sound. The man with the guitar steps forward to the microphone, singing into it with a very country drawl. For all the distortion from the accent, it fits the song. There is something hurting in the singer's voice, a true feeling of longing in the wail of the guitar, a weight in the heart of the slow drumbeat.
"Iiiiiii ain't got the change of a nickel- Ain't got no bounce in my shoooes- Ain't go no fancy to tickle... I ain't got nothin' but the blues.
Ain't got no coffee that's perkin'- Ain't got no winnin's to lose- Ain't got a dream that is workin'... I ain't got nothin' but the blues.
When trumpets flare up I keep my hair up- I just can't maaake it come down- Believe me buddy, I can't get happy Since my ever lovin' baby left town.
Ain't got no rest in my slumbers- Ain't got no feelin's to bruise- Ain't got no telephone numbers... I ain't got nothin' but the blues."
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Date: 2008-05-28 01:56 pm (UTC)From:"Iiiiiii ain't got the change of a nickel-
Ain't got no bounce in my shoooes-
Ain't go no fancy to tickle...
I ain't got nothin'
but the blues.
Ain't got no coffee that's perkin'-
Ain't got no winnin's to lose-
Ain't got a dream that is workin'...
I ain't got nothin'
but the blues.
When trumpets flare up I keep my hair up-
I just can't maaake it come down-
Believe me buddy, I can't get happy
Since my ever lovin' baby left town.
Ain't got no rest in my slumbers-
Ain't got no feelin's to bruise-
Ain't got no telephone numbers...
I ain't got nothin'
but the blues."