Texty:
Blue Alive

blues alive No, I'll never, I'll never get out of these blues alive He gone and left me Says, he'll never come back home I'll never come out of these blues alive

end Bad luck and trouble gonna be my only friend I still can't believe it, after all we've been through Everyday I will play the blues Everybody knows what the blues

What is it that you want from me? I really wish I knew I try so hard to do my best But it's not good enough for you Over and over again We will make

(Gary Moore/Philip Lynott) I remember Paris in '49. The Champs Elysee, Saint Michel, and old Beaujolais wine. And I recall that you were mine in those

The sky is crying Look at the tears rollin' down the street The sky is crying Look at the tears rollin' down the street I've been lookin' for my baby

you'd go And every time you wish me peace Or take a joke with perfect ease Or hear my doubts with sympathy It's like London comes alive We both know

'm buried alive this time Bending and breaking all I have left inside Blaming everyone for nothing I'm hating me for what I've done with my life Save me, I'm buried alive

my own Why can't I face this Hurry up, I'm lost without Some kind of placement Something real in my life So change it And make me forget Save me, I'm buried alive

these blues alive No, I'll never, I'll never get out of these blues alive He gone and left me Says he'll never come back home I'll never come out of these blues alive