PETER GREEN
(Ron Trueman-Border)

He's got hands like a woman. They're soft and smooth
He lets his fingers do the talking and those mountains move
But his eyes they tell of trouble few of us have seen
Who'll play the blues for Peter Green?

Well I never got religion. It ain't worth a damn
But I caught a glimpse of heaven in a mortal man
The sweet lord plays a Gibson. The devil beats a tambourine
Who'll play the blues for Peter Green?

And who'll play for the broken heart?
Who'll play for the shattered dream?
Who'll play for the wasted years?
Play the blues for what might have been?
12:33:38         From 16. Steve (SPB Co-operator) to 00. Joe Offer(Privately) : Next week I'll see if I can move my computer and screen round so I have a solid wall behind me instead of my windon.
12:33:52         From 00. Joe Offer : Some will pay the piper, some will call the tune
And some will chase his shadow on the dark side of the moon
But when the angels whisper, when the sirens scream
Who'll play the blues for Peter Green?

Now there's a thin line between madness and genius so they say
And it stretches out from midnight through the cold, cruel light of day
Where business men make muzak for the ghosts in the machine
Who'll play the blues for Peter Green?

Now he talks a little funny and he acts a little strange
But I believe that love still bums and some things never change
When he's walking in the wilderness, waking from a dream
Who'll play the blues for Peter Green?

Who'll play the blues for Peter Green?