{"id":2137,"date":"2008-03-03T08:33:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-03T07:33:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.kritische-masse.de\/wordpress\/blog\/smoke-dreams\/"},"modified":"2023-12-18T08:48:16","modified_gmt":"2023-12-18T07:48:16","slug":"smoke-dreams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kritische-masse.de\/logbuch\/2008\/03\/smoke-dreams\/","title":{"rendered":"Smoke Dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"

Watching smoke rise,cloud in my eyes
\nI see your face, forming out of the blue
\nSad and lonely all on my own
\nWith smoke dreams of you
\nIn reverie, sweet memory
\nTakes me again to the days that we knew
\nWe were happy, now I\u0092m alone
\nWith smoke dreams of you
\nIn the twilight gloom, of my silent room
\nI light a cigarette,
\nFirst the glow is warm and the ashes fall
\nJust like a banished love I can\u0092t forget
\nParadise lost, at what a cost?
\nThere\u0092s no escape in the things that I do
\nI\u0092ve been haunted all my live through,
\nWith smoke dreams of you
\nIn the twilight gloom, of my silent room
\nI light a cigarette,
\nFirst the glow is warm and the ashes fall
\nJust like a banished love I can\u0092t forget
\nParadise lost, at what a cost?<\/p>\n

(Gibson)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\nGibt es in einer fantastischen Einspielung von Fats Waller in London 1939. Soviel zum Thema Zigarette und Jazz<\/a>.<\/p>\n