Lyrics Danger and Play - Buck 65

Danger and Play

Here’s a man who’s come apart pieces missing uncollected
His heart breaks for total strangers
He’s the one that’s undetected
The corridor is lying fallow
Going Blind he doesn’t care to know the truth
His better days are trapped in amber
Hard to read he lacked candor
Audience was rapt enamored
Tried to speak but cracked and stammered
Out of focus here’s a man who’s had his chance
His tired legs that shook like towers
Antlers mounted on the wall
Open books that look like flowers
Sounds of traffic like applause
Roaring sons and daughters chirping
The agony of Priapus
Warring Huns and water serpants
Salomé she dances for the prisoners of heaven’s jails with feet that barely
touch the ground
Seven gates
Seven veils
One by one they fall away
Now she’s left with secrets that could break the world
Indifferent and sophisticated
To this day the myth’s debated
Malevolent
Dismissed and hated
Just try not to lose your head
Between the devil and the deep blue sea she memorized the cruelest parts
Desperate wishes whispered to the patron saint of foolish hearts
Ladies of the corridor find themselves involved disgraced
Call the witness to their principles and deprecate the lack of taste
Ophelia the victim never asked to join this wicked threesome
Now she’s sitting all alone at water’s edge upon a tree stump
Listening to distant music
It’s hard to tell is there light within her heart or is it filled with deep
despair?
As she prepares her sleepless prayer she’ll pinch herself to keep aware and
quietly she goes insane
She wears a pretty dress her feet are bare
Hand-picked daisies in her lap
Heavy eyes exhausted mind she’s ready to begin her nap
Freezing water crystal clear
Ignore the pain
Dismiss the fear
She takes a moment for herself then into nature disappears
Carved in stone favorited and though preferred
When the evil demon’s down his frightening voice cannot be heard
The opposite is true as well
Damned to hell this fear of music
Dread of winter
Hearts turn phosphorescent soon
Seen through aching pains of windows
Dead of night and crescent moon
Fireworks on Holidays
Oregon will have it’s bridges to carry loads and take things said and turn them
into burning fires
Evil doesn’t make things dead
Diamonds that we feed the oceans
Words of honor we rescind
I was hanging in a stairwell the day she gave me to the wind