Like a Skinny Crow Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Are they really so enlightened? When they spread their darkness all around Crushing creatives under foot Oblivious to the pain they cause They gather, and they celebrate Making fun of deplorables who they hate
We are like a skinny crow Scavenging in a parking lot Wandering in a wilderness of cement, rocks, and hot asphalt Tearing at the morsels Secured in those crumpled bags Dodging tires than the drivers No one seems to give a damn
I put on my spectacles Only to see the spectacle Of those who we trusted with our votes Up to no good, selling us short Got up the courage to ask them why They said, “You fool, ungrateful guy Everything we do is for your own good We know what’s best, please go away You must be grateful and do what we say”
We are like a skinny crow Scavenging in a parking lot Wandering in a wilderness of cement, rocks, and hot asphalt Tearing at the morsels Secured in those crumpled bags Dodging tires than the drivers No one seems to give a damn
The lyrics for my latest song came to me while I was jaywalking across Jefferson Blvd. by the office. The style of the song came to me while I was changing the light fixtures from fluorescent to LED in the men’s restroom at the office. When I removed one of the fluorescent bulbs from one of the fixtures, the end of the bulb burst into flames. It was really bizarre. Both sockets the bulb’s pins were in melted in the few seconds it took me to twist the bulb out of the sockets while it burst into flames. The flames went out before I could get my phone out of my pocket and do a photo or video. I was standing on a ladder with a burning bulb in my hand, so I wasn’t in a good position to get to my phone. Mark came into the restroom a few seconds later to tell me he had come in to get stuff together to go out to the field tomorrow. I showed him the melted sockets and burned bulb, we talked about his fieldwork, and I forgot to photograph the melted sockets and burned bulb. Anyway, the burning bulb reminded me of Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire”, which gave me the idea to very loosely write the song in a similar style.
Although it will be Monday before the moon does not pass the meridian, the Wolf Moon starts today. A lavender circle catches the echoes from the collective howls of wolves around the world as they become active searching for food, looking for mates, and preparing to breed under the Hunger Moon in February.
I was thinking we were going to have a sky full of colorful clouds at sunset, but as the sun went down the clouds above the lines of clouds disappeared and most of the color was trapped under and between the lines of clouds.
Off Center & Not Even 