THE STORY:
I wrote a song called “Speaking In Tongues” with a girl named Anne Fearman. She wrote the words, I wrote the music. Years later I wanted to re-record that song for this album. I sent Anne a demo tape and a copy of my previous album. Anne sent back the demo tape and the CD still in its shrink wrap. I was hurt and I knew I was at a crossroads. So came a realization. I'd been hanging on to mediocre boys and mediocre songs for much too long. As difficult as it was...it was time to let go of both.
THE LYRICS:
Little boy black got himself laid
There’s danger in all of the
Wires he’s frayed
Friends keep laughing
When the bad news comes in
Careless with his body
And thinking never mattered to him
I was reminded of my old ways
Dreams of shared shopping carts
On windy days
It’s foolish to wear all your voids
On your sleeve
Spikes through your wrist
And maybe you’d appreciate me
Chorus:
I know I can’t be a savior
Lost boys must find their
Own way home
It’s best that you hang on your cross for
awhile…
This time Mother Mary’s
Gonna leave it alone
Arsonist I thought no fire
Still burned in me
Years after the thorns have healed into your hands
You may realize just how amazing you could be.
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