Jamie Blue
Take James, indigo blood on his hands,
Old Blue Button James, he was a town crier
Whiskey or prophecy, it’s hard to distinguish
But he cried with a strange fire.
His lone voice getting higher with each hour passing him by
Cursing the malaise of his time so unkind
Blue James, looking down at his hands, he makes a fist with his right
Like a washed-up boxer harking back to his best fight
It’s the brave that fortune favours
And I’m going out to bat for you
Dodging and digging my own grave
I’m lucky, bravery blue
It’s a shame I know we can’t solve a shadow
My crest is fallen and my sail is in two
I think of James (he wasn’t always the best man)
I think of James (but I heard he sang true)
I think of James (calling his questions)
Visions broken, but my ears they ain’t through
His lone voice getting higher with each hour passing him by
Cursing the malaise of his time so unkind
Blue James, looking down at his hands, he makes a fist with his right
Like a washed-up boxer harking back to his best fight