The Blues of Mary
(Paul Sachs)
September 21, 2011
Paul Sachs © 2005 (ASCAP)
She’ll be the angel on your shoulder
Shell be the feeling when you fly
She’ll be the footstep in the meadow
And the warm wind blowing by
Blowing by
When the blues of Mary comes down
I’ll be praying for my keep
When the blues of Mary comes down
I’ll be sowing what I reap
She’ll be the hand the touches gently
With the feeling of the sun
She’ll be the thought inside the thinking
She’ll be the laughter as you run
When the blues of Mary comes down
I’ll be kneeling in the wood
When the blues of Mary comes down
The breath of life is understood
And when I’m blinded by darkness
With burdens I can’t bear
She’ll bring the seeds of hope and loving
She’ll bring the light she’ll bring the air everywhere
When the blues of Mary comes down
I’ll hold heaven in my hands
When the blues of Mary comes down
East River Fishing
(Paul Sachs)
Paul Sachs © 2005 ASCAP
Ned Strough plays drums, Paul Kusick-bass and David Plakke plays the Sax.
It is true, I have lived by the East River for many Years and I myself have even fished. This song is dedicated to the men I see year round with their rods in the water. No matter what time of year.
If I Ever Get to Paris Again (live)
(Paul Sachs)
September 28, 2011
Paul Sachs © 2005 (ASCAP)
If I ever get to Paris Again
It won’t be with you
We were dragging are New York heels
Down every avenue
Fighting along the Seine
Crying in the sad cafes
Paris now reminds me
Of why we went our separate ways
It was to late to save our love
Now we’re history
I’ll go back with wanderlust
And replace your memory
If I get to Paris again
I’m on a train and I’m Brooklyn bound
But my minds’ far away
I’m in hotel over looking the Louvre
And everything is okay
I’m drinking a bottle of wine
Alone as a man can be
And as I pull into Bergen Street
I’m glad you’re not with me
On the streets of Montparnasse
We held hands for awhile
But all the paintings in all the rooms
Could never make you smile
If I get to Paris again
We were so lost and scared
We were suffering
And when we returned
It hadn’t changed a thing
If I ever get to Paris Again
It won’t be with you
I’ll return to the city of light
Alone or with someone new
How is it we’d thought we’d heal
What was broken from the very start
Instead of bringing us together again
Paris tore you and me apart
