When I Have Blues

Revised on Jan 28, 2010
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When I am happy,
I play,
have some fine food
and some good wine,
make love with my lover
or undertake
a jolly journey.

When I feel sad
I roam
about the streets
and lone alleys
watching strange faces,
stray dogs and bright windows
or stay alone
and compose a sad poem.

When I have blues,
I take
my old shabby guitar,
tune the worn cords and sing
a simple low melody,
a tale
of an unshared young love
a story
of a naive broken heart.

And some people call
this long songs -
blues.
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Initial version
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When I am glad
I play, have some wine,
make love with my lover
or undertake a jolly journey.

When I feel sad
I walk along the streets and alleys
watching the faces, dogs and windows
or stay alone and write a sad poem.

When I have blues,
I take my old shabby guitar,
tune the worn cords up
and sing a long minor melody,
a story of an unshared love,
bitter yet sweet.

And some people
call this song - blues.