What’s with the Black?

There’s nothing wrong with liking black.

It’s beautiful

It takes in all colors

It’s still

and deep in thought.

Sometimes cold, sometimes burning

sometimes empty, often full

Not sure most who wear it, understand it.

Perhaps the banner of the misunderstood?

but you can’t blame the weed on the dirt

or the frenzy on the chum.

Hell, all sorts love a god

and in many of their hearts

it’s blacker than black.

Some wish to front a villain

some because their scared

some may be a hero

who just doesn’t care.

In a world where too much is perceived,

perceived “black and white”

when black itself

is so very gray.

Sail On (History of Silly Songs Unsung)

Don’t stack bricks as I take them off

unless it’s the short plank you want to walk

eleven years on a dead mans ship

and not about to start taking that shit

Untold miles to my front door

and if I left it locked I’ll sail some more

I’ll continue on finding clearer seas

with everyone down with that dirty disease

Sail on, sail on

Sail on, sail on

Sail on, sail on

Sail on, sail on

My boat could be prettier, if that what you think

I’ll bet you three times that it won’t sink

I been around I’ve been aground

Been to the east ocean and Island sound

Sail on, sail on

Sail on, sail on

Several ways to pay tribute, always reckoned that the point was moot

Never question the skies above, never allow my feet to take root

When you keep it simple and keep it true

that’s when the true will simply find you

Sail on sail on

Sail on sail on

Sail on sail on

Sail on sail on

You Make Me Feel Stupid (History of Silly Songs Unsung)

You never did impress too much, but I certainly did scratch my head

Where you tried to justify your conduct

Was like quoting a book you never read

Now yer ain’t THAT dim, so you have a right

But I got that feeling like a fly to the light

That the idea of, me and you is

Sim-ply,  not, too, bright.

“Sometimes there’s a hole in the plan.
Sometimes you out smart yourself
Sometimes it’s out of your hands.
And sometimeeeeeeeeessss
your just plain stupid.”

One can try to understand, can give that second chance

A third a saint, a fourth you ain’t

It sad sick song misdirected I dance

cause I can’t control what in my pants

sure you don’t want to be judgmental

but when the sex is good and you can’t drop the gavel

and who and you is another miss cue

makes you, one, blind, sim-ple fellow

“Sometimes there’s a hole in the plan.
Sometimes you out smart yourself
Sometimes it’s out of your hands.
And sometimeeeeeeeeessss
your just plain stupid.”