I’ve got a right to sing the blues,
I’ve got a right to foolish skies,
I’ve got a right to cry me a river,
Why not?
It’s deep within these eyes.
I’ve got Georgia on my mind-
Listening to Billie Holliday, that’s Miss Brown to you,
With strange looking fruit in sitting in my basket Tennessee is my destination,
Look for me,
I’ll be driving right through.
I’ve got a twitch about the eye,
I’ve got loneliness in my heart and anger deep within my soul,
Whatever you do don’t take the needle of that record, let the band play,
My pain is out of control
I’ve got a right to sing the blues
The Composer has not recieved a release date yet, I got an email from PA and they said "The Composer" is still going through the preperation stages and is prgressing slowly, I hope readers are still interested in it after so long! Gosh!
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
clif got one about Billie
and so do i
loved her her work and this is an excellent tribute song to her!!!
Carmen :-)