Red Wine And Blues

Country house, little old chair, fire, glass of red wine.

The same A note rhythmed forever.

Peace, a bass, a amplifier, and a cold room. Few words, few notes, but all in the right place.

Few thoughts, to old friends, gone away. No thoughts, to women, just to the one I didn't met yet.

Knowing nobody would like my blues, but it makes me feel good, every song has a meaning, every story has a song.

Thoughts gone, thoughts coming back, strings vibrate slow and my blues goes from my room to every street in town, from bar to bar, heart to heart, hoping it will catch the one of the lady I'm waiting for.
CrookedMat CrookedMat
26-30, M
Dec 13, 2012