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As the lyrics will show, this is a song about a tragic event that is met with an even more tragic response! Feedback???
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THE TALE OF 3 RIBBONS
She won three ribbons at a fair
She would not tie them in her hair
She tied them to her headboard frame
Just below the windowpane
One for working on her craft
Two for working more than not
Three for knowing where to stop
Brightest colors, none were black
And they blew so merrily
Just above the sleeping she
And now the mourners and passers by
Caught in a moment, the colors fly
How they mingle, how they mingle
Notice the way the sky turns black
They weight of the snow, the branches crack
The frozen trail of a mother’s tear
The angry hands on the ice-cold bier
Notice the guilt in the siblings near
The pity and stench of selfish fear
The oblong shadow gliding past
The silhouette of a canceled past
Notice the way they rub their hands
The nervous way they cling to the land
The reticence of a distant bell
The cloying bark of this death knell
Notice the ones that turn away
With the falling ash and the falling clay
The sated lust and the secrets kept
Locked away in the icy crypt
Three colors mark the grave
Tricolor on the stony pave
Flying like an ancient flag
Locked upon this hardening crag
See the quiver of betrayal
See the stance of denial
There upon the hallowed ground
Here beyond the quick and the found
Three colors mark the grave
Tricolor on the stony pave
Flying like an ancient flag
Locked upon this hardening crag
See the quiver of betrayal
See the stance of denial
There upon the hallowed ground
Here beyond the quick and the found
Red for the crimson blood that flowed
Blue for bruises and the vein that slowed
Green for the life brutally undone
All for fate so cruelly won
Red for lips blushed with youth
Blue for eyes flush with truth
Green for the bounty of each day
Flutter in the breeze just like yesterday
She won three ribbons at a fair
She would not tie them in her hair
She tied them to her headboard frame
Just below the windowpane
One for working on her craft
Two for working more than not
Three for knowing where to stop
Brightest colors, none were black
And they blew so merrily
Just above the sleeping she
And now the mourners and passers by
Caught in a moment, the colors fly
How they mingle, how they mingle
Notice the way the sky turns black
They weight of the snow, the branches crack
The frozen trail of a mother’s tear
The angry hands on the ice-cold bier
Notice the guilt in the siblings near
The pity and stench of selfish fear
The oblong shadow gliding past
The silhouette of a canceled past
Notice the way they rub their hands
The nervous way they cling to the land
The reticence of a distant bell
The cloying bark of this death knell
Notice the ones that turn away
With the falling ash and the falling clay
The sated lust and the secrets kept
Locked away in the icy crypt
Three colors mark the grave
Tricolor on the stony pave
Flying like an ancient flag
Locked upon this hardening crag
See the quiver of betrayal
See the stance of denial
There upon the hallowed ground
Here beyond the quick and the found
Three colors mark the grave
Tricolor on the stony pave
Flying like an ancient flag
Locked upon this hardening crag
See the quiver of betrayal
See the stance of denial
There upon the hallowed ground
Here beyond the quick and the found
Red for the crimson blood that flowed
Blue for bruises and the vein that slowed
Green for the life brutally undone
All for fate so cruelly won
Red for lips blushed with youth
Blue for eyes flush with truth
Green for the bounty of each day
Flutter in the breeze just like yesterday
lavalamp
I don't know no one has commented or fav'd. This is really nice.
Really good stuff.
LL