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Black Sheep (2018)

Lyrics:

I suppose last night could be spent 
On paper, ink, and words unbent 
Locked in combat, the prize to be this song 
I suppose that it's just great 
Smooth as silk, but with its weight 
A tinted eyeglass through which one may view my soul 

I suppose it's an artist's charge, to take little things and make them large 
To beat at the bush of endlessly deep insight 
And I suppose that you're the judge 
Fate's employee, a tireless drudge 
I suppose you feel like some kind of microcosmic Moses 

Guess you're the shephard to the sheep 
Our wool is black, our troubles deep 
The maestro whips us 'till we bleat 
If that is what you think you see 
Then crack a bottle of bourdeaux 
The maestro left some years ago 
So I guess that leaves none but you 
No doubt our saviour through and through 

Well if I wanted to express my pain to you 
I would've smiled at the B.S. you routinely spew 
I would've spewed some back 
But that just doesn't seem productive 
And if I really had all this inward pain 
Well who's to say I wouldn't rather just inhale cocaine 
Well I wouldn't 
But don't pretend to understand the reasons why 

Guess you're the shephard to the sheep 
Our wool is black, our troubles deep 
The maestro whips us 'till we bleat 
If that is what you think you see 
Then crack a bottle of bourdeaux 
The maestro left some years ago 
So I guess that leaves none but you 
No doubt our saviour through and through

Out now on iTunes, Apple Music, Spotify, Amazon, Google Play, and more!

Written and performed by Cyrus R.O. 
Engineered and mixed by Jamie Foulds at Soundpark Studios 
Mastered by Isaac Kent at House Fire Records


 

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