Solar Core by The Jazz Butcher Lyrics
Well, I've been talking to the night...and the night talked back to me
I looked into the Abyss and it looked right back into me
Walk a mile in my shoes, spend a night in my bed
You'll see: the blues ain't nothing but what goes on in a poor man's head
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind
Now, I've got a job but it don't pay
But I've got to go on living from day to day
So I call out to Jesus. He don't help me none
He says he'll see me at the centre of the earth when my time is done
Shit, the blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind
And I want to know: can you help me now?
I want to know: Can you help me with my mind?
It's not an Empire State of mind. California's not the kind
No, this is pure NN1 3QF, darling, it's all mine
Pack your bags, pretty woman, we're running up that hill
Pack your bags, pretty woman, we're running up that hill
See, if you don't come, I'll be up here still
If you don't come, I know your little sister will
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind
And I want to know: can you help me now?
I want to know: Can you help me with my mind?
Because nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough
Nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough
Nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough
Nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough
I looked into the Abyss and it looked right back into me
Walk a mile in my shoes, spend a night in my bed
You'll see: the blues ain't nothing but what goes on in a poor man's head
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind
Now, I've got a job but it don't pay
But I've got to go on living from day to day
So I call out to Jesus. He don't help me none
He says he'll see me at the centre of the earth when my time is done
Shit, the blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind
And I want to know: can you help me now?
I want to know: Can you help me with my mind?
It's not an Empire State of mind. California's not the kind
No, this is pure NN1 3QF, darling, it's all mine
Pack your bags, pretty woman, we're running up that hill
Pack your bags, pretty woman, we're running up that hill
See, if you don't come, I'll be up here still
If you don't come, I know your little sister will
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind
The blues ain't nothing, the blues ain't nothing but a woman on a poor man's mind
And I want to know: can you help me now?
I want to know: Can you help me with my mind?
Because nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough
Nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough
Nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough
Nothing less, nothing less, nothing less than the solar core is good enough