A folk song

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LemonMelon

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Kind of a tribute to Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, and other singer-songwriters that have influenced me over the years. Threw this together in 45 minutes, first draft, haven't written a melody yet:

I heard a knock upon my door
Hadn't heard anything like that before
It's been a lonely year, I'll disappear
It's cold as night and still it sears
Connecting the dots in a sky of swirls
Your thoughts are opals and mine are pearls
Shadows dancing poorly by the gate
Thunder still crashes in a sky without hate
Peach-skinned lifeline will always be ours
Callous words we speak go on for hours
The human touch we take for granted
Our countenance is light but our motives are slanted

Call on, call on, call on, call on
In time what you speak will soon be gone
I sing to you upon a stage
And my eyes they're filled with no rage

Wasted away by an old outpost
The governor of the state he was my host
I said my peace, he walked away
And I figure nothing I said with him will stay
Mining for oil in the eye of a needle
As we treat ourselves, so we will treat them
Jesus he was a such a loving man
He spoke with parables and they couldn't understand
We can't hear what's right in our face
Should we expect more from the rest of our race
I'm off sniffing glue in a bathroom stall
And the rest of my kind kiss retail in a shopping mall

Call on, call on, call on, call on
In time what you speak will soon be gone
I sing to you upon a stage
And my eyes they're filled with no rage

I analyze, I fret, the days they move slowly
Dripping faucets move faster, but still too quickly
Gazing at lies, and tears, and blinking lights
I'll see all of these in the gutter tonight
Steam eminates from roads of charcoal
Eulogies on frosted windows
It's raining hard, so head to higher ground
And while you're up there, drink it all down
The heat of hot lights, it's a different kind
White is pretentious, and lime is just fine
Give me the hook and I may keep playing
But who am I kidding, I'd just start complaining

Call on, call on, call on, call on
In time what you speak will soon be gone
I sing to you upon a stage
And my eyes they're filled with no rage
 
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