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When Cloudy Friday Comes Around
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In A minor featuring Jeff Flegler on Guitar. Jeff is weldaar on SongRamp and good. Graham
been there virgin sand ou
Strictly a demos only performer <br />Jam at live gigs sometimes and have a whole lotta fun doing it
I am writer, and general Mister Nice Guy. I am not a performer but manage to squeak out stuff good enough for others to hear and do better with. Lucky for you lot. I get a few other people to sing and play some of my stuff. I do make Karaoke tracks of my songs and perform them every Saturday night, trotting twix the two local pubs that do karaoke. I have a whole heap more fun than doing covers all the time. Most weeks having at least one new song to try out on the punters. Have seven recorded and getting airplay. And not only on my show Roar Radio either. Backing music for Born To Be Blue is now on a video showing the Esperance service providers. Out soon. More later.
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Genre
Blues Blues General
Charts
Peak #222
Peak in subgenre #94
Author
Graham Henderson
Rights
Graham Henderson APRA
Uploaded
May 10, 2005
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MP3 1.9 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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When Cloudy Friday Comes Around © Copyright Graham Henderson APRA 2005 Guitar and final arrangement Jeff Flegler. Cloudy Friday come around. I put my tools down No more work to. Crowd her out of my memory. Foggy days and nights . Of my own company. When cloudy Friday. Comes around. Just my friend the bottle. Blotting out what used to be. With, long repeated doses of. My own misery. I know I shouldn’t drink, but. It helps I’ve found. When cloudy Friday. Comes around. There was a time it was. A bottle of fine wine. Sipped between small talk. Her eyes tempting mine. But that was long ago. Now all that’s left for me. Is cloudy Friday. To drown reality. Instrumental 8 bars I should have heard, what she was saying. Within. What she left unsaid. But. I was too busy chasing a dream. To want to know, what was going on. And. By the time I decided. She was worth more than any dream. She had. Already moved on. And all I had left was. A few memories of. What could and should. Have been. So. All that remains. Is my own misery. And those memories. To drown. So. My friend the bottle. Keeps on going down. When cloudy Friday. Comes around
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