Pale Compromises

Commentary:
I had this idea for the melody to a gospel song. Somehow it turned into this. It should probably be played on the piano eventually, if it were to be recorded again. This is a pretty dark song, going back to it. Probably not my best work.

Lyrics:
In the middle of the forest of his life
Jesus wondered if his side could feel a knife
So he stole into a garden out of sight
and he shook an angry fist into the night.

Into the night. Into the night.
Into the nght. Into the night.

While beside a lonely candle in his home
Dylan tried to pour his fear into a poem
but his raging at the dying of the light
would tomorrow only fade into the night.

In the artificial glow of the marquee
Elvis blew a gunshot wound in his TV
and remembered days he didn't dress in white
as his greatness slipped away into the night.

As winter mixed his smoke with frozen breath
Bogart knocked the ash from his last cigarette
and remembered love was never black and white
as he tossed a lighted match into the night.