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Words and Music by : Jay Richard Kennedy - Harry Belafonte | |||
Recording #1 by Harry Belafonte Recording date: Feb 15, 1956, (13:00-17:00) Recorded at Webster Hall, New York City. Master number: G2PB 1826-15 Playing time: 2:52 Producer: Hugo Winterhalter Will Lorin: leader; Millard Thomas: guitar/contractor; Clifton Best: guitar; Norman Keenan: bass; Marty Grupp: percussion; Osie Johnson: drums; Harry Jones: piano; Gigi Gryce: saxophone; Hal McKusick: saxophone; Sol Schlinger: saxophone; Ed Wasserman: saxophone; Jimmy Cleveland: trombone; Ray Conniff: trombone; Urbie Green: trombone; Jack Satterfield: trombone; Ivor Lloyd: trumpet; Charles Margulis: trumpet; James Nottingham: trumpet; Bart Wallace: trumpet; Robert Pownall: tuba. 78 : 20-6458 45 : 47-6458, FA-6458, SPD-24 LP : PL43683, DLP1147 CD: BCD16262, |
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Lyrics: The blues ain't got a time or a place Just a lonely heart and a haunted face It's a fever or pain you can't erase `Cause the blues ain't got a time or a place No the blues ain't got a time or a place Just a lonely heart and a haunted face It's been reeling around on its own private jag Playing its painful game of tag The blues its got the choked up tears That folks ain't shed for a million years It'll come it'll go, never leave a trace Except my friend in your own sad face So if your high up or low down Can't speed up or slow down It'll stay right with you, never miss a beat `Cause the blues has worked both sides of the street Swear down every muscle that burst in the sun 'Cause under the skin of everyone It's fever or pain you can't erase 'Cause the blues ain't got a time or a place 'Cross mountains, oceans in the rain Hidden out in dark places, where ever there's pain On high golden slippers or harden bare feet The blues is dance to every beat It can change it's beat, it's tune, it's face And when for to change it, changes the pace Really got loose with a "what is the use" And them rock and rolls in a real down spree And burns fever bright in a Jamboree Burns fever bright in a Jamboree It sung it's own story since all this began For man is the blues, man the blues is man That's why it don't need a flag or a race Just a lonely heart and a haunted face Kept changing it's tunes since all this began For man is the blues and the blues is man For man is the blues oh the blues is man |
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