lyrics
Hiding in the darkness,
Beneath the willow tree,
Some might say that there is foul wind at play,
But I’m as peaceful as can be.
A small, dark man breaches the corner’s bend,
and enters the shadow’s folds.
Even when the moon shines bright in the City of Twilight,
Its hard to see the difference between a friend or foe.
As the small, dark man made the corner’s bend,
He stopped suddenly then I knew he knows,
That my secret seat beneath the willow’s reach,
Was no longer secret, but now exposed.
He took a large step towards me in a theatrical display.
He brandished then a small violin and swiftly began to play.
Some people need someone to hold and to squeeze,
Some folks require the warmth of a friend’s fire,
Some people need a warm summer breeze,
But that’s why I live in these city’s streets…
Where “some people” bleed.
Well, he was joined then by quite the host,
A Bass player from hell and a Xylophone.
A Cellist, a Trombone, and small boy far from home,
Who grabbed a trashcan off the street…
And held the beat.
Then the band they left, they vanished, they were gone.
I didn’t know which way the went, or where they came from.
I was perturbed, I was shaken, I was moved, I was stunned.
Then suddenly it hit me…
This is where I belong.
Some people need someone to hold and to squeeze,
Some folks require the warmth of a friend’s fire,
Some people need a warm summer breeze,
But that’s why I live in these city’s streets…
Where “some people” bleed.
credits
from
Gleewood,
released November 22, 2013
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