não há nada a fazer, adoro os azuis de taj mahal.

filho de mãe cantora de gospel e pai pianista de jazz, nascido no harlem em nova-iorque, o menino henry saint clair fredericks podia ter sido qualquer outra coisa no mundo da música, mas preferiu desde cedo cantar azuis e ouvir world music.

diz-se que adoptou o nome por sonhar muito com gandhi e com a índia, mas isso não sei...
apenas sei que os seus azuis são únicos e diferentes de todos os outros e que os ouço desde sempre.



I went upstairs to pack my leavin' trunk
I ain't see no blues whiskey made me sloppy drunk
I ain't never seen no whiskey the blues made me sloppy drunk
I'm going back to Memphis babe where I'll have much better luck

Look out mama you know you asked me to be your king
She said "You kiddin' man if you want it keep it hid
But please don't let my husband my main man catch you here
Please don't let my main man my husband catch you here"

The blues are mushed up into three different ways
One said "Go" the other two said "Stay"
I woke up this mornin' with the blues three different ways
You know one say "Go baby I want to hang up"
The other two said "Stay"

Wake up mama I got something to tell you
You know I'm a man who loves to sing the blues
Now you got to wake up baby mama now
I got something I got something to tell you
Well you know I'm the man I'm the man
Oh yes and I love to sing the blues