Love rescue me
Come forth and speak to me
Raise me up and dont let me fall
No man is my enemy
My own hands imprison me
Love rescue me
Is there anything that holds deeper thought and releases more passion than the blues? A blues lyric of only two words could say more than you could write in an an entire dictionary. Bass lines roll though your heart like a freight train, a voice full of emotion crying a message about life, the tickle of ivories and the tight clutch of a brass section, all lead by the beat of almost subliminal drums, whips marks across your back like a cruel slave master. The Blues is like a poltergeist, the presence of which freezes you motionless, as it runs it's fist down your tightened throat, grabs your heart and bites down hard. It grips your entire body so tight that your breathing changes, and so gentle that your body sways to the beat. There's not a solvent strong enough to get it off you or a drug powerful enough to get it out of you.
The Blues is the closest thing to a human soul ever engineered by humans.
The ruins to the right of me
Will soon have lost sight of me
Love rescue me
