to feel so lonely and blue? Even the mouse, up and ran from the house Laughed at me so scornfully What did I do to feel this lonely and blue? I cried and
feel so lonely and blue? Even the mouse, up and ran from the house Laughed at me so scornfully What did I do to feel this lonely and blue? I cried and
번역: 밴 모리슨. 외롭고 블루.
The lone hard core to the bone individual Highly adavanced than your average criminal Through the shadows I lurk through the alleys And rooftops, scoped and
glistenin', In the bashful mornings dew Brother flower, when the sun shines And the dew has flown away If you don't mind weak and wrong rhymes Brother
blue and gleaming What lies beyond their ceiling Soul passing through soul And heart beating with heart We live fast and dangerous We are familiar strangers It's six o'clock and
a rock and roll tour of America There was Milo and me it's true And the songs we knew and a picture of you And a beat up van with a guitar in my hand
mile. But suddenly you left me and now I'm so lonely and sleepless at midnight sleepless at midnight sleepless at midnight. We were dreaming together about a home and
his trusty chibouque With a cry of "Allah Akbar!" And with murderous intent, he ferociously went For Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. They parried and thrust and they side-stepped and
eypps throttle And get her overheated ready to be treated For the schmooche cat addiction affection To her state and being, I had her seeing triple visions Blue
hills and gone Snowin? on Raton Come morning I?ll be through them hills and gone Mother thinks the road is long and lonely Little brother thinks the road is straight and
be through them hills and gone Mother thinks the road is long and lonely Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine Little darling thinks the road is soft and
Thrifts store cowboys Five and dime junkies Red dirt plow boys Asphalt monkeys Holly rollers Signal callers Truck stop angels Backstreet brawlers Van
(Van Morrison) One man's meat is another man's poison One man's gain can be another man's loss I'm travelling down the lonely highway 'Cos a rolling
in the back of the van no crying now or holding hands no long-neck birds with its head in its hands no foreign papers exchanging hands that lonely siren
