BLUE LADY: SWING!
- all LYRICS/MUSIC by Peter Froboese
Endemic Productions 2014
BLUE LADY SWING
I don't mind, if it don't mean a thing,
I just keep playing my "Blue Lady Swing".
Just bass and drums and this six blue strings.
I know, that's not, what you want to hear,
But I just keep playing and I have no fear.
'Cause I know, this is just one of those things ...
You tell me, that I'm out of time.
You tell me everything.
You act, as if it is a crime,
But you don't know a thing!
I don't mind, if it don't mean a thing.
I just keep playing my "Blue Lady Swing"
Just bass and drums and this six blue strings.
No competition! No monkey race!
No cheating! lying in the face!
A simple tune, a simple melody.
I just play, what comes from the heart.
And I did this right from the start.
This is the only easy way for me.
I don't want all the world to look at me, no, no!
I don't want: “ all the people, here to me ! ”
I don't mind, if it don't mean a thing.
I just keep playing my "Blue Lady Swing"
Just bass and drums and this six blue strings.
IF YOU PREFER THE REAL STUFF
(Why Waste Your Time With Fake)
It’s a staircase full of dreams and everything is floating.
It’s a cloud with all those things and maybe there
Is someone, who knows you, one, who likes you.
But mostly none of them is here
If you prefer the real stuff, why waste your time with fake?
I stand and gaze at those, who pray
To empty headless idols hollow way
I carry scars from oh-so-many-times
But barely I can read my New York Times …
If you prefer the real stuff, why waste your time with fake?
Some call me crazy, some call me a freak.
Some call me lazy. Some call me a geek.
When it comes to boozing, I’m a social fall …
Because others drink. And I don’t drink at all.
If you prefer the real stuff, why waste your time with fake?
An old man stands. Looking at his clock.
Is he too old to die? Or is he too young to rock?
Still got his hair. And he still got his pride.
Still feels no need for him to hide.
Still sees the wonders, hears the tune.
Still feels the sun. Enjoys the moon.
When tides are turning, it all will come back.
It takes some time. Don’t cut out the deck.
If you prefer the real stuff, why waste your time with fake?
Lighten up the chimney human fireplaces.
Don’t try those stupid “all inclusive” human races.
If god has given you a brain to think,
So why you let it always shrink?
If you prefer the real stuff, why waste your time with fake?
SOON OKAY
All I want is a cup of tea. Half an hour just for me.
A little cozy tenderness. To keep away the daily stress.
A little moment. A little piece and I can rest my mind at ease.
And soon it is okay, just okay.
All I want is a little break. A faithful smile and not a fake.
A little cozy tenderness. To keep away the daily stress.
A little look into your eye and understanding, how and why.
And soon it is okay. Just okay.
All I want is a cup of tea. Half an hour just for me.
A little cozy tenderness. To keep away the daily stress.
A little moment. A little piece and I can rest my mind at ease.
Lead me to the way that I can pass the day
And soon it is okay, just okay. And soon it is okay. Just okay.
THE TWO AND THE BLUE (Instrumental)
UNDER MY HAT
Under my hat a smiling face. A winking eye.
A happy case is life. A sunny time to be,
Just if you want to be.
Black jacket and a shirt so white.
A cool black tie to live the night.
So you dance gladdest through the night and it’s alright.
Remember what I have to say.
Live every moment. Night and Day.
And don’t forget a little smile.
And happy faces on the mile.
You are tap-dancing on the street,
And put a smile on those you meet.
And if you’re spreading all the fun,
You make the world a better one.
The world’s not always a happy place to be.
But if you’re strictly on your way, you’ll see.
Under my hat a smiling face. A winking eye.
A happy case is life. A sunny time to be,
Just if you want to be.
You are tap-dancing on the street,
And put a smile on those you meet.
And if you’re spreading all the fun,
You make the world a better one, a better one.
LITTLE VILLAGE
Little village in the sun. Work is done and people coming home.
Home alone. What more can you own? In the evening sun.
Home alone, what more can you own?
A peaceful day and night is on.
The baker-shop still have some cookies.
They’re selling you a pound of tea.
You buy a little cake and wish them a good day.
And go home and on your way you see some of your friends.
You say hello. ( “Hello!” ) Would be nice meeting you today.
A little town is not New York.
As you can see it in the movies on TV.
A little village is even smaller.
You wish, the cruelness of the world will never see.
The filling-station holds a lot of goodies.
You stop there and you buy a magazine.
A beverage on your way and you are okay
Feel safe and warm in your life’s hand.
The dog does “happy jumps” and the cat comes in.
And you feed them and they are okay.
The little village. In day and night.
I know, you think, that this is only “black & white”.
But with all the heavy traffic in the town …
I am so glad, that I am always here around.
Listening to music of older times,
I have Chicago still and New York on my mind.
The stomping “Savoy-Hall” in mono-stereo.
On my Hi-Fi without smoke and drinks and so
The sound and flashlights, they are better in my mind.
When I’m alone at home and it is just so kind.
I know, you think, this isn’t cool,
I know you think, it’s boring and I am a fool
But I have learned in my whole life:
We can’t be all the same, no one, no man, no wife.
Little village in the evening sun.
Work is done and people coming home.
Home alone, what more can you own
In the evening sun.
Home alone and that’s just me – and my family
Home alone and it’s all mine.
And I’m still feeling … fine!
NO BLUES IN HEAVEN
Met an old blues man just the other night.
‘twas deep and dark, just around midnight.
Out of the black, into the blue,
He turned to me and said: “Hey you!”
“Don’t be afraid, I just take a break!
I am on holiday, so you better be awake!”
And then he told me, he is long dead.
And came from heaven, just when we met.
He said, it’s nice there, so sweet and warm.
And that he feels good and felt no harm
But there’s one thing, he misses so:
“No Blues In Heaven!” he told me so.
“No blues in heaven, because it’s white
No blues in heaven, all day and night.
Just peace and quiet, a gentle touch.
But sometimes, I miss the blues so much!”
He spied my whisky, on the dinner table.
He went to it, as far as he was able.
Just faded more into the blue.
He seems to fload. A bit scaring, I tell you.!
But every second he got more and more so real.
And when he holds the glass, he looks surreal…
And then he told me much ‘bout his life.
Hey played the blues. Had many as a wife.
He was born in Texas, he fled to Idaho.
“Was a wanted man!” he said, “I tell you so!”
But in the bars and boudoirs at night,
He played the blues much so much and it felt just alright.
No blues in heaven …
And all the time went through so fast.
He talked so much, he knew he couldn’t last.
He drank my whisky, smoked my cigar.
And talked and talked. And voided the whisky jar.
And the he grabbed my old guitar.
And played a blues for me, howled like a jaguar …
No blues in heaven …
No blues in heaven …
The hour’s gone, now close to one.
He seems o fade a bit but he said: “Just one … “
One shot of whisky, before I go.
Not only blues in heaven, I told you so.
They don’t have whisky and all this stuff!
Give me a last one, and I have enough.”
“No blues in heaven, because it’s white
No blues in heaven, all day and night.
Just peace and quiet, a gentle touch.
But sometimes, I miss the blues so much!”
EVERYTIME
Every time I think, the world is mine
And every time I’m glad and I feel fine …
Suddenly between the sun and me a shadow’s coming on.
Every time I think the world is mine
Every time I work so hard, to be glad and to feel fine …
But every time the world is turning ‘round.
And every time, I’m glad,, that I have found:
Life is still going on, even how hard it’s coming on
As long as I still face it brave and strong.
Come, tell the world, here is a man who lives his life in peace.
Come, tell the world, here is a man, who lives his life at ease
Every time the hard times struck and every time I’m out of luck
Every time in doubt, I get up – and I stand my ground.
And every time I rise again …
Even when your life gets lonely
Even when you think, it’s done
It’s life, and life only and still you can go on …
But every time the world is turning ‘round.
And every time, I’m glad,, that I have found:
Life is still going on, even how hard it’s coming on
As long as I still face it brave and strong.
Come, tell the world …
FRIENDLY TIME
Every time we drank that wine, that summer-wine
We climbed the highest hills
( and we took a lot of pills… ) Oh yes, YOU did!
The sunny day will never stop. And all we did
Is love. And Rock & Roll.
‘twas when the friendly time stood still
WE KNOW WHERE WE ARE
Don’t know where, don’t know when.
All good friends will meet again.
Stay at home. Travel far. We all know, where we are.
We don’t need a social network, ‘cause we care for us.
We’re still using telephones or the postal mail
Or we visit by car, train or plane or bus.
Don’t know where, don’t know when …
When the servers are all down,
And the world is just confused.
We know how we can be found
Caring for each other, we are used to.
Don’t know where, don’t know when.
All good friends will meet again.
Stay at home. Travel far. We all know, where we are.
PIANO SONG
Standing by my window in the night,
I see those shiny city lights
My heart is aching, very strong.
As I remember our Piano Song.
I still remember, how I danced with you.
We hold each other tight, the whole night trough.
I still remember now and then,
I thought, that it will never end.
But fate is never just a real good friend
And time has swept you far away to another land
My heart is beating, aching. Still very strong.
I still remember our sweet Piano Song.
And the city-lights, they blind my eyes.
Through my tears I see those night life lights-
I remember this big mirror-ball
When we danced slow, “Paradise Dance-Hall”
I still remember our song. This song is clinging on ….
I never will … forget … you …
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