Blue skies Smiling
Blue skies Smiling at me Nothing but blue skies Do I see Ella Fitzgerald
Bluebird
A man who never
A man who never sees a bluebird only half lives. Edwin Way Teale
Late in August the
Late in August the lure of the mountains becomes irresistible. Seared by the everlasting sunfire, I want to see running water again, embrace a pine tree, cut my initials in the bark of an aspen, get bit by a mosquito, see a mountain bluebird, find a big blue columbine, get lost in the firs, hike … Read more
Whither away, Bluebird, Whither
Whither away, Bluebird, Whither away? The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky Thou still canst find the color of thy wing, The hue of May. Warbler, why speed, thy southern flight? ah, why, Thou, too, whose song first told us of the Spring? Whither away? Edmund Clarence Stedman
Be like the bluebird
Be like the bluebird who never is blue, For he knows from his upbringing what singing can do Cole Porter
In the tradition of
In the tradition of the classic songwriter rooms like The Bluebird in Nashville, Strange Brew is a gift to the music community in Austin, for artists and audiences alike Christopher Cross
It’s nice enough to
It’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you? Charles Bukowski
There’s a bluebird in
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out. Charles Bukowski
there’s a bluebird in
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody’s asleep. I say, I know that you’re there, so don’t be sad. then I put him back, but he’s singing a little in there, I haven’t quite let him die … Read more
There’s a bluebird in
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there. Charles Bukowski