Oh, Lady Day. I have the Monday Morning Blues. I listened to your voice this A.M. and felt so sad, mmm hmmm.
But you sounded so ethereal, I just had to keep listening to your stormy voice, and feeling those old time blues.
Well, some say those old records aren't very good-they scratch and skip, and your throaty voice doesn't trickle nicely over ears.
But Lady Day, I love the sound of skips and breaks and roughness in your voice.
Man, you got the blues, too.
We've both been down so long that down don't worry us...
Billie, my dear, you carried all that sadness with you right into the grave, and we're left missing you.
It's gray and cloudy today, this sad Monday, and I have to go on to work, wishing I could stay at home and just let you sing to me. When I hear you, I can see you in a blue lit club, smoke drifting over the dark sillouhettes of your fans...a slow dance on the floor.
Oh, Lady Day, I'm so glad I got the blues with you this Monday morning...