“BLUE”
What is the first thing that comes to mind when you think ‘Blue’ ?
Guess it would have to be, when I run around nude.
Closets begin to spring out old forgotten dreams
When I get alone, Love seems to render me clean
But what I really wanted to be is all alone, far away & contented to be.
But I realized then, that no I’m not the only one, people are able to see.
Whose to say my perception is more correct or even the same,
My ability to differentiate doesn’t come from my brain,
I sense and I feel, what is real, what is real.
Tenderness in my heart, Things that begin to take a part,
In my life, are Blue daisies and pencil erasers.
We all get alone sometimes, but then we find,
We are all connected by the love that we hold.
Played dead at the scene, when the duck came walking down the street,
He’s looking for the cheese, that I ate for dinner last week.
Two night ago I said, “to be is a truly blue thing.”
Keep on flowing down, having a thirst, but never do drink.
But there is a singular cause and it’s not holding on, in control, a killing machine.
I got a new voice today, it says I want to be free.
Whose to say my perception is more correct or even the same,
My ability to differentiate doesn’t come from my brain,
I sense and I feel, what is real, what is real.
Tenderness in my heart, Things that begin to take a part,
In my life, are Blue daisies and pencil erasers.
We all get alone sometimes, but then we find,
We are all connected by the love that we hold.
Written by Daniel Victor (1994)
Recorded by Ductape Halo on “Loaded: Live at Dream St.”