You ain't been blue; no, no, no. You ain't been blueTill you've had that mood indigo. That feelin' goes stealin' down to my shoes
While I sit and sigh, "Go 'long blues".
Always get that mood indigo, since my baby said goodbye.
In the evenin' when lights are low, I'm so lonesome I could cry.
'Cause there's nobody who cares about me, I'm just a soul who's bluer
than blue can be.
When I get that mood indigo, I could lay me down and die.
lyrics by IRVING MILLS, as sung by NINA SIMONE


Mel said...

Yup--that gal made words dance and toes tap....


I, Like The View said...

she's so fab, eh


Rimshot said...

I always get so confused when I come round to visit and things have been moved's something like a cross between time-travelling and Alzheimer's.

zIgGi said...

the bluebells are late this year aren't they?

Sorrow said...

or more

I, Like The View said...

sorrow yup, you said it

ZiggZ are they late? sadly, there aren't many around here. . .
wish I lived somewhere where I could see them - love a bluebell haze in a wood

shot I sometimes move things for the benefit of people who only ever look at the first piece on the page. . . not you, of course


I, Like The View said...

good morning Dave

Christopher said...

If Dave had commissioned me to say Good Morning on his behalf, I would of course have felt honoured, but as it is I've just come (virtually) from visiting Z in Glasgow, where I believe they sing:

...but for bonny Annie Laurie,
I would lay me down and die

- only in Glasgow they would say 'lay me doon an' dee'.

Good morning, Jax.

I, Like The View said...


(I noticed that he was doing the rounds and felt sure I'd be next)

Dave said...

I did come here, and was about to comment when the 'phone went (my mother, asking me to look something up on the internet) so I went off in other directions, and have only just realsied that I didn't actually post my comment.

Good morning.