Take it take it take it
Give it give it give it.
Easy easy easy peasey
When everything is black and white
But then there’s colour
Tone, contrast, perspective
And you look and look and all you see are shapes
Then you know you’re a fucked up joe.
So you wander
Wander the streets looking looking always looking
For the one, the one to set you straight
But no matter where you look
Under what rock
Round what corner
You always see the one
Disappearing round the next bend
And when you get there
It’s the same shit all over again.
The man looks at me over his horn-rimmed specs
Says young man but you have some growing up to do
What do you see when I show this?
And he spreads out an inkblot
Looks at me expecting always expecting
And I look and I see my mother, my father,
My brother and sister
And they are running, running away from me
And I try to catch up but it’s hopeless
And as I run I trip and fall
And I hear them laugh
I hear them whisper
The brother our son is useless
Has no place with us
Go go go family.
Take it take it take it
Give it give it give it
He’s ours let him wander
Let him suffer
We don’t want him
We can do without him
So take it take it take it
He’s just a fucked up joe…..
On a street corner I sit
In worn out shoes
Ragged shirt
A tin can in front
Reduced to my base self
And the music in my head
Plays its mournful melody
The haunting cello,
The tired strings
Scratching out my song.
Take it, give it, take it, give…..
Not just the cello is haunting!
The bittersweet and the sad.
I would put money in your cup, and hope in your heart.
Thank you….hope is always welcome
Easy easy easy peasey
When everything is black and white
But then there’s colour
Tone, contrast, perspective
So true and I was also struck very much by this section
And he spreads out an inkblot
Looks at me expecting always expecting
And I look and I see my mother, my father,
My brother and sister
And they are running, running away from me