Cue

Lyrics for a new song in the works.

 

Cued

Pay to play for power
Q and A for light
A cue for pool balls and pockets
To line up for a fight

Art of war and seashores
Art of nations claimed
Going one, arriving all
They’ve hung the picture framed

Fading out the brightest blues
Trails of aerial white
Nameless birds in the to and fro
See the line up for the fight
Stem the tide of blood count
Fill pre and post born prison cells
Innocent as mercy
New and old life tells

Art of war and news shows
Art of nations claimed
We’re going one, arriving all
They’ve hung the picture framed

Merging banks and gold mines
Cue the pool pockets and balls
Pay to preview the music
to build storylines and walls
Written up for stage left
Entrance to exit stage right
Cue the emotional music
Cue the dramatic light

Art of war and space shores
Art of nations claimed
We’re going one, arriving all
They’ve hung the picture framed

Goodbye to the mothers
Fathers, brothers flee
To sail into the blackness
the blankets we must leave
The sisters close the window
Safety net unstrung
Cold and warm the rushing
Flown away undone

Art of war and space shores
Art of nations claimed
We’re going one, arriving all
They’ve hung the picture framed

Plasma sun and candle
So the wax and seal
Burning now, burning down
It’s testing time and wills
A testament and turning
Fourth and forth go we
Winter’s discontenting
and golden spring to be

Art of war and space shores
Art of nations claimed
We’re going one, arriving all
They’ve hung the picture framed.

 

words and music Elaine Diane Taylor

©2019 Elaine Art & Media