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.


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