American Broadsheet Ballad

Lay Down your weary song Lay Down the thoughts you wrung

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Location: Asheville, NC

They Don't Call Me Anything But A Good Guy.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

You Were Loved

The doors of the galley swing open
Now i'm standing in a bed of blues
There's no noose around my neck
Cause years ago I managed to cut it loose
I guess she's gone high and mighty
And figured out what that'll get
I'm the first stranger to have a light
But no one's smoking cigarettes
So maybe i'll start

Let's peel back some layers of paint
And see how many pictures we've tried
I've been inside of this world
If we dig deep we'll be on the other side
Neither of us know the language there
And besides, we've sanctioned them
But why not trade for skins and spice
And spark the buds that you condemn
I'm speaking of taste

A band rehearses in a church
Just look both ways before you cross the street
It should of been the two of us last fall
Going there to do our political deed
Well it turns out we won anyway
Maybe a sign that colors have changed
If you come around and I've moved on
Just listen for that band to arrange
My simple melody

There's a queen for me on every card
But I'm done with the one of crimson hearts
So deal me in the lucky club
Or better yet the one who's dark and sharp
I've no patience for the one who shines
Cause she too is a bloody mess
And my time here is not forever
I think i'd like to keep the rest
Oh, you were loved.