Blues (od blues - (ang.) smutek, rozpacz) – gatunek muzyczny wywodzacy sie ze spiewow Murzynow amerykanskich z poludnia USA, z pewnymi wplywami muzyki folk.Tematem bluesa sa najczesciej: rozpacz, zagubienie, melancholia, wykolejenie oraz problemy egzystencjalne, z jakimi boryka sie czlowiek. Podstawa nowego bluesa jest harmonijka ustna, gitara czy te¿ saksofon - podczas gdy pierwotne odmiany tego gatunku wykorzystywaly glownie prymitywne instrumenty perkusyjne (drumle, dzwonki) oraz efekt klaszczacych dloni.


Hansen Rebecca - With Your Love
Well I woke up this morning
And the night had been so long
Seems that I had had my mind on you
Well the day, it has begun, and I can't get a minute,
Can't get a minute without you
You're always on my mind, you're always in my head
And I can't live, I can't live another day without you

'Cause when the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like days
Then a week goes by you know it takes my breath away
All the minutes in the world could never take your place
There's one-thousand-four-hundred-forty hours in my day

I've been trying to call you all day,
'cause I got so many things that I want to say
I'm going crazy, 'cause all my thoughts are filled with you
There's got to be some way I can get through to you ohh
'Cause when the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like days
Then a week goes by you know it takes my breath away
All the minutes in the world could never take your place
There's one-thousand-four-hundred-forty hours in my day, in my day

I can't keep myself from thinking about you
It's because I love you, and I know that it's true, whoooa
I'll call it desperation, can't you see it in my eyes?
That I want be with you until the sun falls from the sky
'Cause when the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like days
Then a week goes by you know it takes my breath away
All the minutes in the world could never take your place
There's one-thousand-four-hundred-forty hours in my day

'Cause when the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like days
Then a week goes by you know it takes my breath away
All the minutes in the world could never take your place
There's one-thousand-four-hundred-forty hours in my day

'Cause when the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like days
Then a week goes by you know it takes my breath away
All the minutes in the world could never take your place
There's one-thousand-four-hundred-forty hours in my day

'Cause when the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like days
Then a week goes by you know it takes my breath away
All the minutes in the world could never take your place
There's one-thousand-four-hundred-forty hours in my day
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