Sunglasses from Choice Cannonballs by Daniel Levi Goans

Black and backward, magazine sunrise
Weeping gypsy, laughter in her lies
Dancing soldier, glancing right to left,
Silent rhythms, making loud requests
I fly solo, eyes held back by reins
A blood red hobo, transformed in the brain

All the onlookers stand amazed
It’s a righteous, sure-fire, bona fide black bouquet
Hidden eyes sparkling, heart of darkness,
You know I’m ready, its Saturday night.

Black and backward, immaculate surprise
Brand new hometown, a comfortable disguise,
Colors slowed down, covered up with lead,
People toned down, dimmed and dark instead
My hand is steady, my gaze is guaranteed
Even my footfalls, now show subtlety.

All the onlookers stand amazed
It’s a righteous, sure-fire, bona fide black bouquet
Hidden eyes sparkling, heart of darkness
You know I’m ready, its Saturday night.

Looking through mirrors down from the throne
Iconoclast of salt and chrome
He swaggers, walks alone
Hand is steady, its Saturday night.

• Folk
• indie folk
• singer songwriter
• North Carolina