The Rose

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The Red and The Blue
 
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I am singing along and never alone. I crave you in the red, needing you, your support in the blue, and the strength is mine alone, mine and lonely, red faced shame craves company I’m longing for their songs so long ago but when they are gone, they’re gone for ever blue I go on singing you ...my shame, it is my name- its my sorrow… Its my song . I sing along but I sing alone…no more bang… and no gong, I beg of you -to beat on these- beating drums. pound out the song- Bang Gong! I strum along, playing the notes all wrong...till I go blind and then I feel it...so strong I make my way along, I'm running in- the red and blue. I'm bleeding sound and searching out the perfect note and then its red, and the perfect heart is blue seeking out,  some sick sorrow to drown it out but I won't! I bang... the gong  because I know it all through my bones - and let it out and let it out and let. it.out... OUT LOUD, in a blood red moonscape, I drown it out once in a blue-moon our hearts beat loudly and I sing my song- I sing for you, and it goes on- Bang Gong- and goes on, and into the red and blue, I am your true blue brother, loyal to the rhythm and loyal to the song and I’m loyal to the strings...that puppet pull me-you see through to me, and I’m singing, see?- and the reds and blues are what they are- and aren't we lonely? loyalty... to the guitar...this time its blue, and I’m dressed in the red and blue- dressed in the red and blue….the chorus climbs pulling itself on upward...and its a swelling round, of such blood red swelling scales bang gong- goes the drums I keep the time  plucking these strings to the beat in the blue- in the blue. Then Bang... Gong… rings out so loudly…. bang gong, the peeling bells call ringing out, I'm singing out and calling you by name, but I'm redly rung and I'm  reeling because my sister sung it too- My sister blue- your so truly lovely sister of mine so psychological…My blue, broken hearted girl- BANG on my GONG pull your hair back- I wanna see your eyes- so blue and so deep… so lock your eyes with me and sing with me don’t wait…in harmony I want to sing, but there is no sign no sorrow bound, no doves flying, just my faith in myself and in you my love... I’m red! I'm red! Red and inside I am so blue- red and blue singing into the red and blue... red and blue singing into the red and blue... and still we Sing it out- So here it is…but the thing is this(red and blue) that in the end, (red blue) in the end, (red blue)in the end I am alone,we are alone...Bang it out ! Bang it down! We'll drown it out in the song...and I swear that I will always sing along with you –RED BLUE–RED BLUE- but we don’t have to stay here and I Bang the Gong and sing this song,  we don’t have to belong, to the red and blue- we don’t have to stay here- alone and lonely- in the red and in the blue. the red and blue- we don’t have to stay here- alone and lonely- We ca leave this behind and move on to sing a new song and end the one I'm on... so leave this behind and move on and sing a new song and end the one I'm on... sing a new song and end the one I'm on...the one I'm on...

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