LYRICS

The Groovebirds: Blues (p)(c) 2022 Groovebirds Music (All rights reserved)  

Late Night In Love With The Blues 
(Lyrics by Tracy & Rod Coleman) 

Late night, I've got the blues 
Its over - what did I do? 

Well you asked for my ring and I gave you my soul
Now its back to this thing where its out of control 
And I can't find a word
And I can't find an answer for you

There's a lot to be said for maintaining control
But there's a song on my lips, and a stain on my soul
That reminds me of change
And of things that are still left to do with you

Late night in love with the blues
If fate's not a course we can choose
Then there's nothing to say; nothing to lose
Late night in love with the blues 

If you said that its over I'll believe that its true
But I'd say, think it over before you do
I would bend just a little more, baby
Until it breaks me in two
Cause I'll be damned if another one
Holds a candle to you

Late night in love with the blues
If fate's not a course we can choose
Then there's nothing to say; nothing to lose
Late night in love with the blues 

They say that life can be empty
Full of pain and so cold
Or life can be blissful
So I've been told
Magic is everywhere, yet its nowhere at all
The chance you consider sets you up for a fall
Or a late night in love 

Late night in love with the blues
If fate's not a course we can choose
Then there's nothing to say; nothing to lose
Late night in love with the blues 

Late night in love with the blues

Late night in love with the blues 

Ain't Givin' Up Today
(Lyrics by Phil Carroll)

I hope the day will come
When I see some worth of what I've done 

Started out the usual 
Got a job to do, cause I'm not yet on the dole
So why so much frustration on every little situation
Which is out of my control?

So I talked to my boss for a sympathetic ear
"You might be right, but I can't do nothing from here."
"So you might as well get back to work,"
"Don't mean to sound like a jerk"
"Change is good but it ain't happening here"

But I ain't givin' up today
Ain't givin' up today
No, I ain't givin' up today
Ain't givin' up today 

So after work I had the usual;
A couple of beers when I get home
Sometimes I think its bad, looking back on the day I had
And all I've gotten was old

So I talked to my wife for a sympathetic ear
She said "I feel your pain for you dear"
"So much of life's routine ain't the work" 
"Forgetting means
To save face another year"

But I ain't givin' up today
Ain't givin' up today
No, I ain't givin' up today
Ain't givin' up today 

Life just keeps on turning
And its slowly moving faster
I hope the day will come
When I see some worth of what I've done

So I head for the gig as usual
The one bright light in my life, don't you know?
But apparently parked in a place 
Where predators come confiscate 
And now I have no way home

But I ain't givin' up today
Ain't givin' up today
No, I ain't givin' up today
Ain't givin' up today
Ain't givin' up today
Ain't givin' up today
Ain't givin' up today 

Unspoken 
(Lyrics by Phil Carroll)

Those beautiful eyes could never lie to anyone 
That soft and pleasant demeanor could never hide your thoughts 

Those were the only words that I heard you say 
It was the unspoken ones that . . . 

You know that you forgive
You know I would never try
To hurt and make you feel pain
No, that's not what you deserve 

Those were the only words that I heard you say
It was the unspoken ones that . . .  

Those were the only words that I heard you say
It was the unspoken ones that . . .  

Somehow I always knew that someday I would fail
That I would show what I was really made of 
I knew I'd wander 

Those were the only words that I heard you say
It was the unspoken ones that . . .  

 

24 Hours With Lavon 
(Lyrics by Tracy Coleman)

I spent 24 hours with Lavon
We was getting ready to be gone
A limo through Vegas was her plan 
Always lookin' for her man
I spent 24 hours with Lavon 
We was getting ready to be gone

Rolling steady, baby gathering steam
Sometimes things, well they ain't what they seem 
When he stopped, well we got right in
Purple jacket and a skeleton's grin 
I spent 24 hours with Lavon
We was getting ready to be gone

I spent 24 hours with Lavon
We both knew that it wouldn't last long
Heard her heart, it was beating slow
Easy come, baby easy go
I spent 24 hours with Lavon
We was getting ready to be gone 

What You're Told 
(Lyrics by Phil Carroll)

Now once again in disarray
The assesments sku'd every way
No calm here, just the storm before the storm

Welcome to your life of new norms 
With no peace, no need for doors
You will believe what you have been told

Its no fun or games anymore
Its not who that you think that we are at war

Psy Ops on the rise
Don't see with your eyes
Propaganda, domestic or otherwise

Welcome to your life of new norms
You will concede or be ignored
You will believe what you have been told 

Its no fun or games anymore
Its not who that you think that we are at war 

See the crisis that they made 
Here they come, listen what they say 
With every stroke of the pen our freedom's taken away 

Its no fun or games anymore
Its not who that you think that we are at war 

Oh, here they come; listen what they say
The assessments sku'd every way

Last Stop, Bloomington
(Lyrics by Tracy Coleman)

Table littered with the lifestyle you led
Things you should have done, things you should have said
A channel of energy, well it opened from the sky
Who knows how these things go, and why ask why?

Thoughts written on a scrap of paper and the miles rolling by
The boundless expanse of the blue sky above
Tell me baby, what is love?

Last stop, Bloomington
Why ask why?
Last stop was Bloomington
Why ask why?
Last stop was Bloomington
Why ask why ?
We got to roll 
We got to roll 

Here I am again, I follow my own muse
No one is ever going to stop me from living the life I choose 

How will you remember and how will they?
The cage we make in life, well it always enslaves
The spark that lit the flame smouldering in ash 
Last stop was Bloomington
And the past was the past 

Last stop, Bloomington
Why ask why?
Last stop was Bloomington
Why ask why?
Last stop was Bloomington
Why ask why? 
We gotta roll 
We gotta roll

We gotta roll
We gotta roll 

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