The Virgin Jerry - In Yellow Evening

Have you seen the curtain rising
There's nothing much to say or do

All our tongues have been tied to blunder
By the people who've told us what we knew

There's no room for graying wonders
They've all been dragged from view
Shouting to the many from the few

Blaming action, Satisfaction
To set the course to kick down shaking stairs
Backwards dealings, crumbling ceilings
In the name of all that's good and fair
Filled in foxholes, advertise poles

The night sky reeks of murder
Loose in the wind to blow around

Dry eyes and broken slumber
Meet the staggered angels on the ground

To be free isn't bought or taken
To be known and not be found
Move on to the light without a sound

Corners burning, stapled mornings
Left behind for channel five to share
Stitching bleeding, with hunger fleeting
And every day that passes, worse to bear

Written by:
Franklin Brady

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