From the recording The Night Train
“The Blue”
Lyrics and Music by Chester "Chet" Nichols, Jr.
Copyright 2012/2024 by Chester Nichols, Jr (ASCAP) & Magic Garage Music (ASCAP)
http://www.chetnichols.net
magicgaragemusic@protonmail.com
MagicGarageMusic@me.com
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
1.
We had both been hypnotized
And under an ancient spell
When our hearts and souls surrendered
The very moment we both fell
I sit among the photographs
Scattered all around the room
Blacks and whites and colors
Turning blue, turning blue
2.
There’s a gallery of memories
That is filled with lover’s art
I wander thru it daily
What we painted with our hearts
Hand in hand in Paris
And on the beaches of Cancun
So, how did these memories
Turn to blue, turn to blue
Bridge
I sit before a canvas
A world of colors I can choose
I lift my brush and close my eyes
To catch a glimpse of you
3.
And mix the ocean in the tropics
With a cold December sky
On the brush I use for memories
Of the love we left behind
We were just too much like
Maybe too good to be true
Still, I wish I could wash away all the blue
All the blue, all the blue
Lyrics
“The Blue”
Lyrics and Music by Chester Nichols, Jr
Copyright 2012/2024 by Chester Nichols, Jr (ASCAP) & Magic Garage Music (ASCAP)
http://www.chetnichols.net
magicgaragemusic@protonmail.com
MagicGarageMusic@me.com
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
1.
We had both been hypnotized
And under an ancient spell
When our hearts and souls surrendered
The very moment we both fell
I sit among the photographs
Scattered all around the room
Blacks and whites and colors
Turning blue, turning blue
2.
There’s a gallery of memories
That is filled with lover’s art
I wander thru it daily
What we painted with our hearts
Hand in hand in Paris
And on the beaches of Cancun
So, how did these memories
Turn to blue, turn to blue
Bridge
I sit before a canvas
A world of colors I can choose
I lift my brush and close my eyes
To catch a glimpse of you
3.
And mix the ocean in the tropics
With a cold December sky
On the brush I use for memories
Of the love we left behind
We were just too much like
Maybe too good to be true
Still, I wish I could wash away all the blue
All the blue, all the blue
