Brown and Blue
Once I took a one three-day songwriter workshop with Old Man Luedecke, and on the second day he introduced us to his way of writing songs for the banjo. I wrote this song overnight, and the next day he ripped it apart, and (in the group) reassembled it. So, not all of this is mine.
if I'd only known, they are full of lies.
I met my love in a velvet dress,
I met her lover, made him confess.
I met my match in her blue eyes
if I'd only known, they are full of lies.
I met my love in a velvet dress,
I met her lover, made him confess.
We were to meet on Friday night,
her alibi - a warning light.
These are lies you can't disguise,
but they melt away in her blue eyes.
[Oh blue-eyed girl - kind and sweet,
every look full of deceit.
Oh blue-eyed girl - kind and sweet,
worst eyes I'll ever meet.]
I met a girl with eyes of brown,
in whose look I intend to drown.
She did not like my blue-eyed flame,
she promised not to be the same.
Brown-eyed girl in a bed of size,
the colour blue still resides.
A brand new page is still a blank,
as into love I sweetly sank.
[Oh brown-eyed girl - sweet and kind,
when I look into your eyes you free my mind.]