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10 Nov 98 - 04:42 PM (#44840) Subject: Blues is just a bad dream From: jdzesq has anyone ever come across a song called "The Blues is (or Are) just a bad dream"? I had a duo in high school and it was in our set. I learned it from the woman I sang with, and I never knew who wrote it. I cannot locate the words anywear. I'm beginning to think it was an original. The first verse is Tree grows in my back yard Only comes out at night Its branches are all twisted And its leaves are afraid of light But the Blues is just a bad dream And they live inside your head. |
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10 Nov 98 - 05:47 PM (#44853) Subject: RE: Blues is just a bad dream From: Roger in Baltimore Man, I hope someone knows this one, great lines. Roger in Baltimore |
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10 Nov 98 - 06:55 PM (#44869) Subject: RE: Blues is just a bad dream From: Boo Bear I thought I had that one on an old James Taylor album. Don't know if he wrote it, but I think it was the one with the first version of Rainy Day Man and Knockin' Round the Zoo. Could that have been the Flying Machine? |
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10 Nov 98 - 07:17 PM (#44871) Subject: RE: Blues is just a bad dream From: harpgirl Paul Butterfield?????? |
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11 Nov 98 - 10:12 AM (#44973) Subject: RE: Blues is just a bad dream From: Earl I have a friend who sings it and credits James Taylor as the author. |
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11 Nov 98 - 01:34 PM (#44990) Subject: RE: Blues is just a bad dream From: jdzabinesq Thanks guys but I found it this morning on the Lyrics Server. It is James Taylor, and its from the "Apple" album. Thanks. |
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11 Dec 10 - 10:54 PM (#3051401) Subject: Lyr Add: BLUES IS JUST A BAD DREAM (James Taylor) From: Jim Dixon BLUES IS JUST A BAD DREAM James Taylor A tree grows in my backyard. It only grows at night. It's branches they're all twisted and its leaves are afraid of light. CHORUS: They say the blues is just a bad dream. They say it lives inside your head, But when it's lonely in the morning, You're bound to wish that you were dead. There's winds out on the ocean. They're blowing where they choose, But them winds ain't got no emotion, And they don't know the blues. My mind is rambling, rambling. It's just like some rolling stone. Since that nightmare's come to stay, My thoughts just don't belong. |