Jason Webley - Orpheus
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World puts on a melody, plays dress up for the night,
Tosses it like gift-wrap on the fire.
What's the harm indulging in a few moments' delight?
There's no shortage of fruit born of the lyre.

I see you by the riverside, your features are the same,
Your eyes burn through the dirt and tangled hair.
Back bent low with heartache and the weight of your own name.
Staring back in piercing silence,
Where's the voice that hushed the Sirens?
Sing, Orpheus.
Don't you have just one more for us?
The shelter's closed, there's no last bus,
So sing your song,
What else you going to do?

And how the water's risen since when you were in demand,
A constant senseless stream of noise and static floods the air.
And I can't say they're all clamoring to hear you try your hand,
At these songs of sloth and stunted passion,
The heroes have gone out of fashion.
Sing, Orpheus,
Each note begins in innocence,
Then wanders through the realm of death,
And meets a sudden violent end.
Can you still sing, Orpheus?
Then sing something that's going to last,
A thousand years goes by so fast,
Slips of into some unsung myth with you.

World puts on a melody, plays dress up for the night,
Tosses it like gift-wrap on the fire.
What's the point collecting all these moments of delight?
What are they going to buy when we retire?
Sing, Orpheus.
Not as a god, just one of us,
Pulled down by restlessness and lust,
And hungry for the little things a simple song can do.