Blues

Early a cold evening falls
Deeply a long night disgusts me
A spot illuminant in sepia is lonely
In the dim light,
Being superimposed on the wall,
An old poster of forgotten cinema
Is simply getting shabby

A man in a suit
A man in overalls
A man in a sweater
Crowded with miscellaneous chaps,
What are they doing
In such a spot like this?
They look terribly happy
Just like a bottomless barrel

In your own way,
Longing for the perfection
That will make you satisfied,
You must have been worn out
But
Don’t expect only comfort of me
Because this house is not a brothel

Please get those phrases swimming,
Playing guitar with bottle-neck
Cuz I’d like to try to swing my hair,
In sexy way as much as I can
Lower the lighting
Is it enough to spotlight
On his left hand, isn’t it?

When I start to sing,
Boozers give me a storm of applause
Holding in their loneliness,
How do their faces look like on the way home?
If you are going to tip me generously,
I can strip and show you
If it should enable you to get along for 10 years

Long night blues for you
It will make your day
Long night blues for me
It will give me sorrow
If you wanna make luv to me
You gotta put my mind to it
If I wanna swim with nothing on
I gotta be set free like a dolphin

Early a cold evening falls
Deeply a long night disgusts me
Clear amber liquid in a tumbler
Has been growing hazy with cigarette’s smoke
E A E A E B A E
A smell from rusty strings gets on fingers
It’s my blues