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MONOLOGUE

You say you are the greatest man I’ve ever known
The one who’ll try to cross the line
Everybody’ll throw their flowers to your cross
I’d like to speak to you sometime

It’s about the time to sheathe your wooden sword
Lay down your madness, my poor sailor of notes
Well, you’ve got on the ship but it ain’t floating no more
Please get back home

You say you are the greatest hero of our time
I wonder why they’ve never written a book about you
There ain’t nobody with your moral sense
Ain’t nobody spits farther than you

It’s about the time to get a god above your head
To guard all your footsteps as you’re climbing the stairs
It won’t be enough to hang a dreamcatcher on your bed
To earn your daily bread

’Cause everybody knows, we all know
That you walk through these streets all alone
No successful rhyme could ever keep your time
From being gone

You say you’ll be a revelation for us all
All you’ve got to do is to stand and wait
Poor and honest for your own convenience
Cleaning your own portrait of the mildew stains

It’s about the time to put your presumption down
The mice do their twist when the cat’s not around
You stayed out and watched the mice getting tall and fat
And now you got nothing but an empty hat

’Cause everybody knows, we all know
That you walk through these streets all alone
No successful rhyme could ever keep your time
From being gone

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You say you are the greatest man I have ever known
The one who will try to cross the line
Everyone will throw flowers at your cross
I wish I could talk to you one day or another

It's time to sheathe your wooden sword
Calm your madness, my poor sailor of notes
You managed to get on the ship, but the ship no longer floats
Please, come home

You say you are the greatest hero of our days
I wonder why they never wrote a book about you
There is no one with your sense of morality
No one spits farther than you

It's time to welcome some god onto your head
Who will guard your steps as you climb the stairs
Hanging a dreamcatcher on your bed will not be enough
To earn your daily bread

Because everyone knows, we all know
That you walk these streets all alone
No well-crafted rhyme could ever hold your time
From running away

You say you will be a revelation for all of us
All you have to do is stand still and wait
Poor and honest for your own convenience
Cleaning the mold stains from your own portrait

It's time to put aside your presumption
The mice dance while the cat's away
You have been out, watching the cats get big and fat
And now all you have left is an empty hat

Because everyone knows, we all know
That you walk these streets all alone
No well-crafted rhyme could ever hold your time
From running away

THE CROWSROADS • 3923706803 / 3404582812 • thecrowsroadsdate@gmail.com