Minstrel Mike, the Banjo Man ©2014

Spectrum of Crazy

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She seemed normal at first, roaming the town,
talking smack about Jack and just Jilling around.
Flashing her legs, sashaying her stuff,
hard amethyst eyes and her edges were rough.

first chorus:
On the spectrum of crazy there are so many hues
most of them dark, deep shades of blue.
There are those green with envy, those purple with rage,
those curious yellow, those greyed out with age.
But those aren't all the colors; it's a fact, you can file it.
On the spectrum of crazy I found Ultraviolet.

That was her name at least that's what she told me
and what did I care she was willing to hold me.
She was willing to do a lot more than that
all rubbing and purring like a friendly house cat.
Like the pet of a demon or some ghoul from hell
used to tortures unkown in our own earthly realm.

chorus:
On the spectrum of crazy there are so many hues
most of them dark, deep shades of blue.
There are those green with envy, those purple with rage,
those curious yellow, those greyed out with age.
We each have our own tint, our own personal hue
and there are so many, so many deep shades of blue.

She would stroke you and soothe you reach right to your heart
then unsheathe her claws and rip it apart.
Your passionate blood would seep onto the floor
and all you could do is ask her for more.
You'd scream love again, and then head for the door,
then turn around slowly and crawl back for more.

chorus

Then finally you woke up and walked out one day,
Left her amethyst eyes glowing with rage.
There are all sorts of tortures but the very worst kind
are the one's you inflict inside your own mind.
You want her forgiveness, you don't want her hate;
you want what's unreal cause you don't want your fate.

chorus

Based on a conversation with a friend (T) commiserating about his ex-girlfriend

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