A CRIMSON TINGE

Stop. Drop. Lock & load…
Witness the rush of the lonely souls.
Listen to the hush as the riot grows.
Start the pursuit with the buffalo.
Buzz on the street; X & O’s.
Change the playbook as the season goes.
Just some kids living in A Crimson Tinge.
Saturdays corner where the Norman live.
Beg in the light for the sun to give.
A brighter day shines on the frontline again.
Tested warriors; the score was settled by the land.
Sooner you get it you got it.
A stake in the red clay you wanted.
Boomer at high noon when the run was started.
Four twenty two of eighty-nine; eighteen hundred of the highest times. [04/22/1889].
Seven titles surround the finest minds; an institute for these trying times.
The magnitude of people that can spark-light in the street will arise from the cream.

I didn’t cry wolf.
I took the punishment.
I could have absorbed another hit.
But, I didn’t see leaving the scene beyond the means.
Of a blueprint to this so they could all see.
That I did what I could;
I pressed the button in.
Heady discussions with republicans.
I wanted it, to be real on point.
No frontages, not on these live joints.
And it did a lot of good.
It’s live on the transistor, given the ordinary configures
Administer this sound. Get down.
I want to be a bootleggers boy like Barry Switzer.
I probably should.
Move on another binge
More sin - phenomenal friends.
Pretend gems with pharmaceutical grins
Like - a night in LA with A Crimson Tinge.
And you knew that I would.
Be reluctant when the topic gets discussed again.
I’ll pack it in and I’ll be on my way.
O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A !!