Sunday Radio and Shadow No one plays good musicOn Sunday morningsIt’s so boring Most just talkThe radio doesn’t playMuch good music anywayI’m looking for Grandma’s dogOn this Sunday morningHe’s a white shadowIn a seaOf trees And trailer housesHe ran from the fireworksWhy do we even celebrateWith bombsBombs kill independenceIs this search hopeless?He’s like a white coyoteWith ice blue eyesIf I find him I just might take himHome with meScrew fireworks and Sunday morningsScrew the radioI scream out the windowBut I’ve never been Very loudI wish they’d screamOn the radioThe radio is too softAnd too popularI keep hoping to see a white dotThe more I search The more I lose hopePart 2:Ideas bring hopeBut put into actionFailures bring inHopeless thoughtsIdeas are more funAction is hard workAnd a lot of fruitless hoursI passed a turtleHe’s pretty safeOut hereIn the middleOf nowhereI should turn aroundI don’t even knowWhere the hellThis road goesEndless county roadsA thousand head of cattleAt every cornerThank God for SpotifyAnd free downloadsNo service on County RoadsI stopped screamingNow I’m just lookingToo long and I’ll have to fill upThis old truckMaybe get some donutsPart 3:Firework debrisOut in the streetsWho stated this tradition?Why not somethingPeaceful? We can be peacefulHell-raisersBack at the highwayWars are loudPeace should be celebratedWith peaceNot sounds of violenceOr Sounds of warMaybe fireworks drown outThe mournful criesOf those who died FightingAnd those who loved othersThat diedFightingTo be free from KingsWho thought theyOwned the landBecause they ownedMore pointless goldScrew KingsAnd anyone else who thinksHe’s above othersKings are like thisSunday radioJust all talk and No valuePart 4:Kings are like fireworksJust colorful noiseThat scares awayThe innocentWho only wanted loveTo begin withOzzy said it perfectlyWe don’t fight for A better worldSo we’re all dead anywayDead and too much talkLike Sunday radio,Fireworks, and KingsIt’s 10 a.m.Still no sign of the ShadowOne more wide Round loopI’ll scream some moreHead to the HQA little more hopelessThan beforeHe’s a smart dogMaybe he’ll find His way homeJust saw a black snakeProbably a rat snakeA vulture sits by the pondWaiting for deathDoesn’t take long hereMy white Shadow couldBe anywhereA brown calf is out of her penHopefully she canGet back inMy hopes aren’t much goodOn this Sunday morningToo many failures Drains hopeBack at the HQStill no shadowHeading home to eatSome breakfastWill try again laterI haven’t lost hope yetJust hungryI hate fireworksI hate Sunday radioI hate KingsI want my Shadow Join my email list By clicking submit, you agree to share your email address with the site owner and Mailchimp to receive marketing, updates, and other emails from the site owner. Use the unsubscribe link in those emails to opt out at any time. Processing… Success! You're on the list. Whoops! There was an error and we couldn't process your subscription. Please reload the page and try again. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.