A song I'll never play

Sometimes you write just because you write, not because you'll ever use it for anything. This is one of those.

Lovers with Soul

a murder of crows is crowing `bout a murder
cold blooded killer, midnight thriller
shock and awe awaiting on the dawn
for the word to unfurl to the ghetto

calm disposition, disposed over the girder
deep into the river, food for the fishes
a simple solution to a pretty pesky problem
a missionary missing in action

eyes in the sky see past their surveillance
this rock ain't no planet for damage control
eyes in the heart search under the covers
looking for lovers with soul, lovers with soul...

slip some scratch in the back of his jacket
attractive racket for the easy money, honey
blood is gold, it gets bought and sold
and taken for granted, a breath for the Grants, yeah

eyes in the sky see past their surveillance
this rock ain't no planet for damage control
eyes in the heart search under the covers
looking for lovers with soul, lovers with soul...

watching, watching - eyes that never sleep
waiting, waiting - tables left to turn
willing, willing - to take it to the deep
wishing, wishing - they finally would learn
that nothing, nothing comes easy
no nothing, nothing comes easy

eyes in the sky see past their surveillance
this rock ain't no planet for damage control
eyes in the heart search under the covers
looking for lovers with soul, lovers with soul...

8/25/2009 by Bob Young


I think it's about contract killers and the monetary value placed on life with no fear of God. And yet one day, there will be a reckoning.