Author’s Note: Woke up this morning under windy, grey, Nicole-sodden skies with cable channel talking heads yammering on about “Blue or Red.” My immediate rough response was “Same as Black…”

-Marlow

Blue or red, just like black

Blue or red, just like black

Night cold fell hard again, we’re all alone
Skin wet and chilled to the bone
Situation kinda turned but no one ran
Oh yeah
Some things slipped, but not badly out of hand

Hell, blue or red, no tears for the river
Push or a shove, it don’t mean much
Jokers n clowns don’t mean jack, no match for a fire
We’re still cold as ice, under a dead man’s touch
His whispers or screams don’t change a thing
Won’t bring us back
Blue or red, just like black
Oh yeah
Blue or red, just like black

Damn blind, they still can’t see
Truth, lies, and in between
Wrongs can’t be undone
“Oh” never slips from the tip of their tongues

Hell, blue or red, no tears for the river
Push or a shove, it don’t mean much
Jokers n clowns don’t mean jack, no match for a fire
We’re still cold as ice, under a dead man’s touch
His whispers or screams don’t change a thing
Won’t bring us back
Blue or red, just like black
Oh yeah
Blue or red, just like black

Hell, blue or red, no tears for the river
Push or a shove, it don’t mean much
Jokers n clowns don’t mean jack, no match for a fire
We’re still cold as ice, under a dead man’s touch
His whispers or screams don’t change a thing
Won’t bring us back
Blue or red. just like black
Oh yeah
Blue or red, just like black

Oh yeah
Oh yeah

No tears for the river

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