Black Butter

Remake ‘No Prayer Around 1990 – AI assist – Tjook 2024

 Follow me in a Slow dance ‘shadow hall,
Black Leathered angels-, a velvet waltz…
…Hover, ‘Fly,  Lord’ - ‘gilded cage,
‘watch’ us, - ‘exchanging gifts, kiss…kiss‘…kiss‘

I need a spark, somethin' real to taste,
a hit of warmth, ‘saving place,  don’t waste……

Black butterfly, slow and heavy,
Fallin' midnight, low and steady.
Lift me up, ‘higher and higher,
Wrapped in clouds where the lost dreams wire.

Angels ‘hold’ on to  featherless bonds,
Guarding’ silence, mute my heart’s response
Listen your Fly Lord's is here!, here is distant - hear’s  near,  hear..
Peace is a voice we barely hear…, listen… - listen! 

Black butter flies, flies low, lower and heavy,
Descend midnight, so slow and steady.
Callin' for lovers, rapping love's dark embrace,
Frozen moon, ’ lost in space… place ... pace..

Charcoal Black statue, ... ‘cold in the rain
Waitin' for fire to spike my veins.
Give me your blessings, let ‘em rise, let ‘em free,
Waiting to feel whole, far from today's
stone-mazed claws.

I need that spark, shadows collide,
A flash of light, …. let’s dance, dancing slow, slim and slide… 
Young and restless, ready for a call,
Send me a sign, just let that black butter crawl.

Freedom is a voice,  ..we so seldom hear…, 
Nothing seeems to lift me, no song, no creed,
Just here waitin', 'til the night,  find its peace… 
find peace
…..! 
find peace…


©Tjook 2024

‘No Prayer Around’

– Unplugged version from 1990

 God's only citizens 
 Are teddy boys
 All of his angels 
 Dressed in black leather
 He rides around 
 In his popemobile
 Just enjoying the sky 
 And beautiful weather

 Give me some talent, 
 Where I can run on
 Give me some money, 
 Where I can live on 

 Sent me your blessing down
 Down in black butterflies
 Raining down, 
 Raining down, down
  In silver and gold,
 Like a black gar coal statue
 Standing in the rain
 Its the fire, the search for the fire, 
 And a prayer for the game

Send me some money
 Give me a loan
 Give me some profits 
 Of your own, of your own

 Still there ain't no words around
 That gives wings to these words
 No wonder welcome
 That answers my song

 where is the fire of this game
 I don't know, I do know that 

 God's only citizens 
 Are teddy boys
 And all of his angels 
 Dressed in black leather
 He rides around 
 In his popemobile
 Just enjoying the sky 
 And beautiful weather

 Send me a postcard 
 From the top of your game
 Send me your blessing 
 And I'll face up this pain

 Say that I wouldn't, say that I won't
Say that I shouldn't, say that I should
 Say that I couldn't, say that I can
 Please sent me a postcard 
 And I know who I am

 Send me some money
 I've gat nothing to run on
 Give me some talent
 So I can live on

 But there's no prayer around 
 That gives wings to these words, 
 I'm a young man and far to eager to die
 Send me your blessing  
 Of black butterflies

 Where is the fire of this game
 No prayers around
 Lord,  send me your blessings do. 



Tjook lyrics, composition, vocals, guitar 
Guitar accompaniment Dick Boshoff
Leiden - NL 1990

©Tjook