(vocal)
It’s blues, not art, it’s just a song
It’s blues, not art.
It’s true that my heart feels like pain in the dark
But it’s blues, not art.
It’s just how I’m feeling
When my love’s coming down.
(spoken)
So I’m drinking in the bar where dreams go to die
Just looking for a woman to tell me some lies.
Oh lips and eyes and hips and thighs,
The song lives, beauty dies.
It’s just how I’m feeling
When my love’s coming down.
Give me this day my daily bread,
Music is the stuff keeps jah love fed.
My doctor tells me I’m clinically dead,
‘Cos all the blood runs to my heart, none to my head.
It’s just how I’m feeling,
When my love’s coming down.
It’s blues, not art, it’s just a song
It’s blues, not art.
It’s true that my heart feels like pain in the dark
But it’s blues, not art.
It’s just how I’m feeling
When my love’s coming down.
Blues, Not Art is a minor key blues, played in a tangoish sort of style.
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