Vanities - Mary Black

Big bad man’s law doesn’t carry much sway

When you come around here

You can still scratch my back

And I can still change sides

Don’t carry no torch 'til you have it in type

That I’m doing okay

It’s only one man’s outlook

It could be one more lie

Look at it closely

Counterfeit mostly

Yesterdays’s brushwork

Using yesterdays' paint

And everything that I believe

And every note that you receive

They’re just vanities to you

Hear that Liverpool wind as I’m making my way

For the very last time

Is this a resurrection?

And do you really care?

I can’t relish no kiss 'til I happen to hear

Your honeycomb nouns

Let you down so often

I’ll do the same again

Look at it closely

Counterfeit mostly

Yesterday’s stories

It’s the same all over the world

And everything that I believe

And every note that you receive

They’re just vanities to you

Busy little bodies have a story to tell

Even if it goes against the grain

Tiny little seeds have got an ocean to swell

But who am I to rock the boat

And everything that I believe

And every note that you receive

Look at it closely

Counterfeit mostly

Yesterday’s brushwork

Using yesterday’s pain

Look at it closely

Counterfeit mostly

Yesterday’s stories

It’s the same all over the world