Limousine Parade '06

In November the sun gets weak
and day gives up to night
rattling leaves blowing down my street
curl and lose the fight
at the church across my fence
long black cars arrive
preachers preach and families cry
I wave goodbye.

Let's celebrate.
Turn the headlights on in the morning sun.
Limousine parade.

Curtis Mayfield was a star for black and white alike
he sang his songs and he played guitar
he lived a soulful life
I remember wishing I could be just like him
now he's gone but it's still all right
to have a good time.

Let's celebrate.
Turn the headlights on in the morning sun.
Limousine parade.

Late one January night with a slow snow swirling down
I walked out and found myself
a cold white blanket on the ground
I lay back and felt myself slowly sink away
I got up and dusted off
I want another day.

Let's celebrate.
Turn the headlights on in the morning sun.
Let's celebrate.
Limousine parade, limousine parade. . .






©James Velvet