Chris Whitley
Blues for André

Through magnetic fields
the golden days go by
could get reduced to steel
in your mind's eye
out along a frozen plane
our system's wasted away
all alone with our love
and a blues for André

Whenever the ghosts come out
you don't always take the time
desires of the modern earth
are all clearly defined
you could get laid to rest
on resurrection day
I always knew the terms
she knows the blues for André

Through eyes denied
the messages appear
in a scent that died
on avenue souvenir
all along a virgin spring
our shadows show the way
while the kisses scream
a blues for André

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