Shad - A Story No One Told lyrics
[Shad - A Story No One Told lyrics]
Picture life etched in stone
Life sketched in poems
On sidewalks in dry chalk next to homes
Picture all you’ve left alone
And kept in reflections shown
Your dome sketched in subjective tones
Picture life on a sidewalk
Frame it - so all view all you’ve ever felt
Try to name it - it's called you picture it
In the space between steps
It’s the grace between breaths
And the message in this make-believe text
Picture
God exhaled
The moon shivered in a blue river
Stardust fell
Through space released and gave it's peace
To a man in his place beneath
Graciously as he laid asleep
Draped in sheets with his honest wife
In the gold days of his old age
And on this nice August night
His soul raised
He saw this light - the calmest bright -
Like Coldplay, it was all yellow
And in it's gold rays, he saw his plight
As it showed him the youth
That he’d forgot about
Like how he block the spout
On his house’s hose
And not let the water out
He thought it out and wondered
How he’d remembered it all?
How younger he’d enter the halls
When summer surrendered the fall
Then he wondered was his life through?
In slumber under this bright moon?
Like skies after thunder, the light grew
And more from the limitless
Stash of images flashed
And poured from the reservoir
To mimic his past
He saw himself with his wife growing old
His children’s lives
He filled with pride as the
Light showed his soul
Then it’s brilliance died
And it was dead black in his eyes
A voice said that it was time
But he was steadfast in his mind
So he said back in reply
"Please! Seeing my life like this
It made me think
I could state succinctly everything life is
If you gave me ink and I could maybe print
Every speech and thought
And release my plot on
These streets I’ve walked
With a piece of chalk
To paint the sharpest image of a heart
Cuz as much as art can mimic
Nothing’s as real as a life
Told from start to finish"
Suddenly the man awoke with a violent cry
That strangely didn’t seem to
Disturb the silent sky
His wife was still beside him
Under the blankets enclosed
And when he looked up at the clock
He saw the hands in it froze
So the man just arose
Put his hands to the roads
And began to compose the
Most candid of prose
So he wrote every quote spoken
And left every breath kept
Sketched in the next step of concrete
Then Death crept and lead him to his bed
As the sun began to rise
He titled his surprise
"The Story of the Man that Died"
Then his wife and the townsfolk
Awoke and were shocked first by his passing
But then by what he wrote with his chalk
They got the roads blocked by a
Flock of postmen and cops
He wrote from his lot to the edge
Of town close to the docks
Where he used to watch the boats
And often joked with his pops
His folks had not long ago passed
And now both with him walk
People came from everywhere
They read the story through for days
It wasn’t nothing new or strange
Still they were moved and amazed
It wasn’t the places he’d been
Or the people he’d met
It was the spaces between and
The secrets he’d kept they wept joyfully
For the greatest story no one told
Was just the story of an
Ordinary man growing old
Life sketched in poems
On sidewalks in dry chalk next to homes
Picture all you’ve left alone
And kept in reflections shown
Your dome sketched in subjective tones
Picture life on a sidewalk
Frame it - so all view all you’ve ever felt
Try to name it - it's called you picture it
In the space between steps
It’s the grace between breaths
And the message in this make-believe text
Picture
God exhaled
The moon shivered in a blue river
Stardust fell
Through space released and gave it's peace
To a man in his place beneath
Graciously as he laid asleep
Draped in sheets with his honest wife
In the gold days of his old age
And on this nice August night
His soul raised
He saw this light - the calmest bright -
Like Coldplay, it was all yellow
And in it's gold rays, he saw his plight
As it showed him the youth
That he’d forgot about
Like how he block the spout
On his house’s hose
And not let the water out
He thought it out and wondered
How he’d remembered it all?
How younger he’d enter the halls
When summer surrendered the fall
Then he wondered was his life through?
In slumber under this bright moon?
Like skies after thunder, the light grew
And more from the limitless
Stash of images flashed
And poured from the reservoir
To mimic his past
He saw himself with his wife growing old
His children’s lives
He filled with pride as the
Light showed his soul
Then it’s brilliance died
And it was dead black in his eyes
A voice said that it was time
But he was steadfast in his mind
So he said back in reply
"Please! Seeing my life like this
It made me think
I could state succinctly everything life is
If you gave me ink and I could maybe print
Every speech and thought
And release my plot on
These streets I’ve walked
With a piece of chalk
To paint the sharpest image of a heart
Cuz as much as art can mimic
Nothing’s as real as a life
Told from start to finish"
Suddenly the man awoke with a violent cry
That strangely didn’t seem to
Disturb the silent sky
His wife was still beside him
Under the blankets enclosed
And when he looked up at the clock
He saw the hands in it froze
So the man just arose
Put his hands to the roads
And began to compose the
Most candid of prose
So he wrote every quote spoken
And left every breath kept
Sketched in the next step of concrete
Then Death crept and lead him to his bed
As the sun began to rise
He titled his surprise
"The Story of the Man that Died"
Then his wife and the townsfolk
Awoke and were shocked first by his passing
But then by what he wrote with his chalk
They got the roads blocked by a
Flock of postmen and cops
He wrote from his lot to the edge
Of town close to the docks
Where he used to watch the boats
And often joked with his pops
His folks had not long ago passed
And now both with him walk
People came from everywhere
They read the story through for days
It wasn’t nothing new or strange
Still they were moved and amazed
It wasn’t the places he’d been
Or the people he’d met
It was the spaces between and
The secrets he’d kept they wept joyfully
For the greatest story no one told
Was just the story of an
Ordinary man growing old