Dolores - Buck 65

All the world was black and white

Just a sound stage

From the back projecting light

God is of the silent age

I can see you crying even though I don’t hear nothing

You will laugh behind the scenes if I had my choice

Guard us all from the silver screen in your God given voice

I can see you’re trying on every frame to tell me something

Sad eyes misleading advice

Fear not I’ll protect you from the bad guys

Snake charmers, gadflies, rows of crows

You’re not suppose to know

Overhead blows nose

Toe to toe comes the time goes to prose

Front row certain closes on the show of shows

Time will tell, truth prevails

It’s a battle to the finish

Fighting tooth and nail

New heights, blue nights

Catching glimpses of the moonlight

Fresh start paint the walls of the room white

Do Right

See now you’re fighting, whose fight?

Clever minds, never say never cause you might

New man, loose cannon but my screws tight

Next style, open X-File

Excommunicated, hearts in exile

Jewelry and textile

Sexy and reckless

Death wish, out of time and breathless

Wet dreams, ripped frames

Sunday mornings strictly listening to Skip James

Dirt roads, brick lanes

Car crash, tree falls

About pride, outside these walls

Recall, first sight fell hard

Held cards under the bell jar