the cozy dooryard

[clyde]

No sense sticking to Sunday.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM



sorry,sorry night





sorry,sorry night
paints were used up from a tray
take away the sunny day
with colors not of meadow gold
shadows growing strong
shading out what was sold
for a trip not so long
the new colors don’t belong


now I understand,the new face was vanity
and it was never told to me
the names of the other three
they would not listen,they did not know how
perhaps they’ll listen now

sorry,sorry night
fading colors that once grew
in a face that I once knew
that turned into someone new
from purple to a blue,the morning meadow not the same
more new faces threw out blame
and removed the loving hand

now I understand,the new face was vanity
and it was never told to me
the names of the other three
they would not listen,they did not know how
perhaps they’ll listen now

for none ever did love you
even though you were true
and when that purple face faded out of sight
on that sorry,sorry night
someone took your life as blues often do
someone should have told you
this place was never meant for a mind
as beautiful as yours


sorry,sorry night
pictures burned without a trace
wasted words in i-net space
from a mind that once felt what it can’t forget
but not the new faces all in a set
nor makers of their made up thoughts
the takers of the things they bought
they’re not even a memory


now I think I know,the new face was vanity
and it was never told to me
the names of the other three
they would not listen,they’re not listening still
and they never will






and in that mind that once felt what it can’t forget
the sadness will last forever