Strange Song – Revelations of the Night
Words and Music by John Compton
Crazy drunken drums, in the black of the night
rings of smoke curling long, echo in the light
one more bottle to go, then off to the store
there’s no forgiveness in the streets, so there’s none that I can show
but the stars give me comfort and wind follows me
like the familiar shapes cast by the moon, of this PB back alley
Why is this strange song,
the only thing that belongs?
Why I’m standing in the shadows, I can’t really say
So I’ll just close my eyes and do the no talk walk away
the night time is for freedom, the night is for fools,
the night is friendly like a jokester who’s been treated cruel
drinking, laughing, smoking, singing, the dance is just a game
with no rules and little score, more familiar than it’s strange
and for moment I go clear
and silhouettes all appear
and it seems that the night is in my grasp
but the trees shake and the wind just laughs
I’m sorry for this song, it’s strange
but there’s nothing lost, nothing gained
just a moment’s recollection, nothing insincere
just a laugh, not a jaded mirror
returning to the black, that empty space
you see what you must, though in haste
you might turn around – back to the light
and forget the revelations of the night
