FREE YOUR BIRDS
This is the morning
This is the morning
A brand new dawn inside us all
This is our springtime
This is our springtime
It’s such a fine line that we walk.
Ali, Ali
Free your birds and let them fly
Ali, Ali
Free your birds and let them fly tonight
GREYSCALES
It’s all greyscale sights. All is greyscale sights.
It’s all concrete walls and abandoned stores,
tired souls in bingo halls.
And I keep the pace while looking down
so I don’t have to face some unknown man.
It’s another day in this greyscale town
as a greyscale man with a greyscale mind.
That once bore scetches and vivid plans
of leaving these textures far, far, behind.
…These greyscale sights
It’s all greyscale sights. All is greyscale sights.
I walk familiar streets past the factories,
obsolete grey industries,
technology for a new century.
But none of that could mean less to me.
I pass the kids with their make-up on.
I was once like them, but now he’s gone.
And so I loathe myself for feeling old,
but I am a man and not a boy.
So I grind my teeth and I bite my cheek.
And I plow through snow on bended knees.
And it’s all deja vu’s and long lost dreams
of some modern scene and so much grander schemes.
It’s another day in this greyscale town
as a greyscale man with a greyscale mind.
And I wasted all these years
on these greyscale sights surrounding me.
It’s all greyscale sights. All is greyscale sights.
HAVE A HEART
I know, it’s so hard
I know, it’s so hard
To love like a child
It’s hard, but try
I know, it’s so hard
I know, it’s so hard
When things fall apart
But please, have a heart
So pray brother, pray
Have faith sister, please
One day you’ll be free
and feel at ease
