Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Song for Legion Leaders Losing Power






[Following in the footsteps of their "Our Father" they are getting moved, removed...away from Rome, away from the seat of power; they have been asked to leave quickly, just like they dished it out to others for decades; they know who I mean; you do too, reader]




You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty handed armies, are all going home
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start a new
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.



Listen to it

2 comments:

  1. those nasty, uncomfortable, skinny, ugly prophets they have a spoken. We could not listen to them in the Legion but their voices continue to echo

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