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I got the blues

Posted by Claudia Moser on 7:29 PM in , ,
And yes I've got the blues, missing is the word. Enjoy some of the best blues by Rolling Stones, the music did help a little bit to cope with my feelings. 





As I sit by the fire 
Of your warm desire 
I've got the blues for you, yeah 





I can see you're so far from home 
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime 






(unreleased song till date)
I will haunt you baby 
Hope you know the reason why 
I Love you baby and I don't know the reason why 






Well, baby 
Can I have you for myself 
Yeah, if I can't have you, baby 
I don't want nobody else

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10 Comments

Sush says:
8:03 PM

Understandable and I hope the music is helping. Will the weekend be dashing your blues away?
Hugs~

Claudia Moser says:
8:21 PM

@Sush - yes, weekend home, cannot wait!

Southhamsdarling says:
9:34 PM

haunting words there. So happy that you will be home again at the weekend to see your Peter! Hang in there!

Jenn says:
11:28 PM

Oh what a fun post!! It took me a while to listen to these videos---but what a way to pull together The Blues theme!!

Cheers, Jenn

Catch My Words says:
3:43 AM

Funny that they write this. Mick Jagger never looks depressed. :)

Joyce
http://joycelansky.blogspot.com/2012/01/writers-post-blues.html

Claudia Moser says:
9:07 AM

@Diane - yes, cannot wait to be home!
@Jenn - the songs are very fascinating
@Joyce - so true :)

Jo says:
5:35 AM

Now that was entertaining! :)
Is it appropriate to smile at a post on the blues?
Look out Peter, she's a comin' home! :)

Claudia Moser says:
7:48 AM

@Jo - Peter was simply happy, as was I

k~ says:
2:28 AM

Nice that you were able to get home for the weekend and wash away the blues!

Claudia Moser says:
8:23 AM

@November Rain - another week ahead, let us see what it brings!

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