Artists got the blues
Artists gotta do
What an Artists gotta do
The moon gotta do
What the moon's
Gotta do
The Sun's gotta shine
The moon's gotta glow
Artists got the blues
They have to hear the rain sing
For Solace
Even on a clear sunny day
Artists got the blues
They have to feel
Some kind of rhythm
To feel something
The suns gotta shine
The moons gotta glow
Artists got the blues
They gotta feel
Some kind of wonderful
Some kind of beautiful
To assuage the landscapes
Starry nights, dewy days
Artists got the blues
They got to paint the sky
They gotta dance in the waves
Even in reveries
The suns gotta shine
The moons gotta glow
Artists got the blues
The moon becomes
Like a woman
To feel it's love
To feel her love
Artists got the blues
They got to paint the sky
With their own colors
They gotta dance in the waves
To their own rhythms
They gotta sing their own
Unique tunes
Artists got the blues
The moon becomes
Like a woman
To feel it's love
To feel her love
Melodies, those beautiful blues,
Those beautiful blues,
And serenades
Reynaldo Casison
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