Back in Black

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Yellow House (Ode to A Lost Son)

We played a game of I love you more
and you always won -
with a promise of love that was never ending
(how could you know?)

But I taught you always to keep your words
and it isn't fair -
to hold you to that eternal tending
(how could we see?)

So we walked...
To the yellow house you kept in your hand
opened the door and stepped outside
on the silver beach we ran in the sand
played off the waves, swam through the tide

And watched...
A red sunset that I keep in my heart
I let go your hand and stepped inside
we walked our long roads home, apart
and we walked our long roads home…

I played a game of I love you still
and freed your soul-
but no one can free what no one can own
(how could I know?)

You went to a place where I could not follow
and I let you go-
but in your heart you are never alone
(how could you see?)

So we walked---
To the yellow house you kept in your hand
opened the door and stepped outside
on the silver beach we ran in the sand
played off the waves, swam through the tide

And watched...
A red sunset that I keep in my heart
let go your hand and stepped inside
we walked our long roads home, apart

And we walked our long roads home…

Five (Thousand) Words

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Sheep

you're one of a kind
you're one of a kind
you're one of a kind
you're one of a kind

if I’ve said it once
I’ve said it thousands of times
if I’ve said it once
I’ve said it thousands of times

you're one of a kind

you're so unique
you're so unique
you're so unique
you're so unique

if I’ve said it once
I’ve said it thousands of times
if I’ve said it once
I’ve said it thousands of times

I’ve said it so many times I think I’m losing my mind
you're one of a kind

The Flow

Twenty six thousand, one hundred twenty
deaths in the west, seems like enough.
Gold in the air, gold air so think
you can breathe it in like humidity

and you know the flow will never go

'Cause the black birds are searching for it
forever, they are swimmming toward it
and never are they satisfied
you can hear it in the sound of their cries

Will you live to see them all, sweet thing?
A sea of ink won't be enough
to cut your skin, and stain the cuts
and mark the passing of all humanity

and you know the flow will never go

'Cause the black birds are searching for it
forever, they are swimmming toward it
and never are they satisfied
you can hear it in the sound of their cries