Pluto's Song

Baby blue, an eggshell falls from 
Silent, dizzy heights where only 
Saints and angels see what he can see.
Clinging to the treetops where his
Mother left him sleeping,
he will fall onto the golden, glistening streets.
Why pray to god for fame unless you're some kind of lonely
Only distant admiration can fulfil?
Stay back from the water's edge - her beauty's hers alone and she will sweep you away till you don't know where you've gone.
Stay back from the waterfall; you think that you're a cannonball but the rocks are hiding underneath the rainbows.
Skinny as a tree but he is weighted down with pills
That make him feel the bird of fate upon his shoulder.
Dark inside the light and he's immortalised in laughter
When he prophesied his death up there alone.
What is this pain that we carry around? We anaesthetise with all we've got. It will follow like a shadow, everywhere more often than it's not. 
Baby blue the pieces shatter there above the city,
Swept away on autumn winds from out of nowhere.
Two things that will never vanish, both of them you gave to others
Fragile as that falling little shell.

Baby Blue - song for Matthew

The Empty Fridges

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