Lyrics: Caronte 2025 Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@Caronte-f1r/videos Podcast: go.ivoox.com/sq/2330386 My fingers move slower now than before, But my heart still cries like it did once more. The whiskey’s got weight, the songs drag behind, And the mirror shows a man who’s lost his time. These bones remember every mile, Every note played through pain and style. I don’t need your praise, I don’t need your name, Just give me a stool, a glass, and some flame. Let me play till the night turns to grey, With a slow slide soul that won’t fade away... Oh yeah… Sing blues… The stage feels colder than a winter train, But the music warms me when I’m soaked by rain. I’ve danced with devils, loved them too, Now they just whisper the truth they knew. These hands have held fire and wine, Now they tremble like the end of time. I don’t need your praise, I don’t need your name, Just give me a stool, a glass, and some flame. Let me play till the night turns to grey, With a slow slide soul that won’t fade away... Yes… yes man… So let me fall where the shadows lie, With a bourbon kiss and a last goodbye. The world can spin while I hum alone, This old bluesman’s heading home… Sing alone mate… Sing blues…
