Pardon My Music

Bay Blues Fools

by John Cog

Bay Blues
Bay Blues
Sophisticated blues 'n other new songs for you.
  • 00:30 Story Alice Blue Gown
  • 04:03 Story Lyrics Middle Age Blues
          Wuzzat hangin' over my pants?
          Wuz dat in the way o' romance?
          On my home what arrives in advance?
          Off a dance floor what continues to dance?
          Spare tire? Well fed?
          Jelly belly? But when ya can't get out o' bed
          It's Middle Age. Mm, think I got a fever.
          Long ago I use ta feel svelte.
          Before this industrial strength belt.
          Now the doctors say, "It's just as we feared."
          My bellybutton's up an' disappeared.
          Muffin tops on display. 
          Love handles. Stick my foot in the grave
          It's Middle Age. Argh.
          Now spring for the whole song and hear what's here!
  • 02:45 Story Lyrics I Hear It Rain
          I hear it rain on a window.
          I hear it rain when I'm blue.
          Why don't I hear it rain when I hear from you?
          We were together.
          How can you leave me this way?
          Stop that gray, stormy weather, and baby, let's play.
          I'll make you smile, I will,
          Oh babe, don't play in the rain.
          Bring your sunny days pourin' down, over and over again.
          Say we can make it.
          Chase them clouds away. An' stop this rain,
          I can't take it, day after day after day.
          I hear it rain on a window.
          I hear it rain when I'm blue.
          Why don't I hear from you?
          I hear it rain on a window.
          I hear it rain when I'm blue.
          Tell me why don't it rain? Now do what you do.
          Walk through my door, run from downpours,
          Say you're still mine.
          But don't take your time, come home an' see, ain't no sunshine.
          Over and over again,
          Show me you're my sunshine.
          Now shine on time.
          (c) 2013 John Coggeshall Worldwide Administration Rights controlled by Cogco Music, LLC.
  • 03:44 Story Lyrics 3D TV Blues Men
              I got a high def, Blu-ray song.
              My honey left the TV on, now she's gone.
              Stuck like glue, who's new on "The View"?
              Who's screwin' ev'ry movie star romance up?
              Fancy big screen's in 3D, an' she's in a trance,
              Gettin' turned on by ev'ry man in pants.
              Now spring for the whole song and hear what's here!

     

  • 05:13 Story Lyrics Hey, Daydreamer
            Dreams belong
            Like we belong
            To yesterday.
            Hey daydreamer, lay your head on my shoulder.
            The dream is over.
            Don't cry, it's okay.
            What they say fades away.
            Hey, daydreamer, when they say never
            Believe and dream forever?
            Well, they say follow the rules wishing well fools.
            That's what they say.
            We can follow foolish dreams,
            Feelin' like a father and mother to them.
            Then tomorrow, oh it seems,
            Just like children, we will lose them.
            We don't mean to.
            Do like children do. Like children...
            Daydreamer, even fools get older.
            Even you'll get over
            This time. Living a lie, you and I
            Stop cryin' for yesterday.
            Dreamer, we've followed some foolish dreams,
            Still feelin' like a father and a mother to them.
            Tomorrow's here and now it seems,
            Just like children, we will lose them.
            Always losin' dreams belong
            Like we belong
            To yesterday. 
            Dreamer, hey, what good are they today?

          (c) 2013 John Coggeshall Worldwide Administration Rights controlled by Cogco Music, LLC.
  • 03:51 Story Lyrics Connecticut Christmas
                1st Yankee: Aayy, man! Merry Christmas!
                2nd Yankee: Yeah, you too!
                1st Yankee; I got somethin' for ya.
                2nd Yankee: Oh yeah?
                1st Yankee: ...Right here!
                2nd Yankee; Well, let's hear it!
                1st Yankee: Hey, you got it, man...

              Who's strollin' up a nutmeg road,
              Breathin' clean Connecticut cold?
              Slow down, voices I hear,
              Ol' faces appear,
              Everywhere I go.
              And oh, I know those Connecticut roads,
              They're takin' me home.
              My Yankee soul's a-goin'
              Straight back home to my own Connecticut Christmas.
              I'm just a travelin' man.
              Now I'm on my way, my memories in hand.
              I got some holiday planned.
              Soft light shinin' on my land.
              I see, here, just a-waitin' for me.
              I'm feelin' ev'ry step, ev'ry Christmas Eve.
              An' they comfort me hearin' silent night melodies.
              See? I'll be strollin' up nutmeg roads.
              I'm breathin' clean Connecticut cold.
              So many voices I hear,
              Red faces appear.
              They stop and say, "Hello!"
              And don't they know those Connecticut roads?
              They're takin' me home.
              My Yankee soul's a-goin'
              Straight back home by my own Connecticut Christmas roads...
              Ev'ry scene's in falling snow.
              They're everywhere I go.
              They're all the childhood dreams I know.
              Hard times won't wait but they never erase,
              Smilin' St. Nick with my daddy's face.
              Sweet memories keep falling into place.
              So who's strollin' up old New England roads?
              Out in the clear Connecticut cold?
              Snowbound family appears,
              All smiles and tears.
              They're everywhere and oh, don't you want to go
              Up a nutmeg road?
              So many takin' us homebound
              Yankee souls a-goin',
              Straight back home on our own Connecticut Christmas roads...
              ...a-goin' home to our own home grown Connecticut Christmas.

          (c) 2013 John Coggeshall Worldwide Administration Rights controlled by Cogco Music, LLC.
  • 03:48 Story Lyrics Angel Angelina
            El padre habla a su hija.
            I love you, no one else.
            An' off you go, don't hurt yourself.
            So cocksure, reckless an' poor.
            You can be so insecure.
            Can't you see, Angel?
            You got me, Angel.
            Now get what you need, Angelina.
            I love you, that's all.
            You run an' dance on down the hallway.
            Cool it, Babe, quit foolin' around!
            You can't cool Senorita Ballerina down.
            Can't you see, Bebe?
            You'll get what you need, Bebe,
            'Cause you got me, Angel Angelina.
            Ah, Mi nina...
            (Si!) You got your grand schemes and
            (Si!) Well, I got my granddad dreams so
            (Si!) We can open our eyes, Angel,
            (Si!) An' take a look and believe, what we...
            (Si!) I'll love you, even when you go
            You'll stay in my heart,
            Down in my soul now.
            'Cause someday, there ain't no doubt,
            Some muchacho come an' take my Angelina out now.
            And who will that be, Angel?
            Somebody like me, Angel,
            And I believe he will be an angel, Angelina.
            Ah, my ballerina, sweet Senorita,
            Mad, mad dreamer, lovely make believer,
            Hurricane Katrina nah, nah...
            Eh, No se ve, Bebe, Para siempre, Nina,
            (Si!) See you and me? Angelina.
            Eh, you should see her,
            Ah, such a schemer.
            Mm, nobody meaner,
            Hey my Angelina's
            Hurricane Katrina.
            Bebe ballerina,
            Mm, te necesito, ah, Senorita,
            Mm, me necesita, ah, mi Amiga.
            Padre a hija, Angel Angelina.
            Mm, mad dream believer,
            Amar Angelina.
            Schemin' Senorita,
            Lovely make believer,
            Angel Angelina.

          (c) 2013 John Coggeshall Worldwide Administration Rights controlled by Cogco Music, LLC.
  • 03:58 Story Lyrics 3D TV Blues Women
          Men! Hear my high def Blu-ray song.
          My man done left the TV on.
          Now he's gone.
          Some hardcore sports,
          Some breakin' news reports.
          A sofa lovin' loafer in his shorts.
          Now spring for the whole song and hear what's here!
  • 03:12 Story Lyrics A Fool For You
            I didn't love you
            'cause I thought that you would always be mine.
            I didn't know it then
            but you had somethin' on your mind.
            And when you told me,
            That you didn't want me around no more.
            Well, am I just a fool for you?
            A fu, fu, fu, a funny fool for you.
            A fu, fu, fu, a funny fool for you.
            I'm just a mother lovin' fool for you.
            I didn't know it then
            but you were thinkin' up some schemes.
            Yeah, have you been steppin' out behind my back
            wearin' tight blue jeans?
            And then you told me,
            That you didn't want me around no more.
            I'm jus' a jus' a fool for you.
            A fu, fu, fu, a funny fool for you,
            A fu, fu, fu, a funny fool for you.
            I just a mother lovin' fool for you.
            Fu, fu, fugetaboudit...
            And then you told me,
            That you'd been foolin' with me!
            Yeah, so who will be a fool for who?
            A fu, fu, fu, a funny fool, it's true,
            A fu, fu, fu, a funny fool for you.
            I'm just a mother lovin' fool for you.
            Aw, a fu, fu, fu, a funny fool for you,
            Hey, a fu, fu, fu, a funny fool for you,
            I'm just a mother lovin' fool for you.
            Yeah, a fu fu, fu fu, fu fu, fu fu fu fu fool for you,
            Hey, a fu fu fu fu, fu fu fu fu, fu fu fu fu, fu fu fu fu fool for you,
            I'm just a mother lovin' fool for you.
            (I'm just a fool fu-for you!)

          (c) 2013 John Coggeshall Worldwide Administration Rights controlled by Cogco Music, LLC.
NOTES
Round Two for sophisticated blues. And now there's more than just blue blues here. "Bay Blues Fools" offers dirty low class blues, high class blues, happy blues, funny blues, an un-blue Christmas and a Spanish tale about a father and his beloved daughter. I'm just a mother lovin' fool for sophisticated blues!