The Ballad of a Nothing-Man
Zebra Recreation Society
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On the day he was born
There was no angel or demon in sight
No king-forsaken jumpsuit of light
Waiting to be worn
Here is the story of a nothing-man
Purpose of his life
Is the space he occupies, unperceived
Leaving a praised void that would relieve
Others when strain is rife
'Cause no one sees a nothing-man
But once he had dreams
He had a vision of fortune and fame
Time passed on and his stage name
Has been faded by winter strеams
He was born to remain a nothing-man
And he's scrеaming "Who's got it ? Who's got it ?
Who took my moment of glory away ?
Can't you see I need it ?
I need it to heal the wound of yesterday"
But no one hears him from his pit
Of disgrace and dismay
For he'll forever be a nothing-man
He's still unveiling his art
Once every full moon, his ambitions rejoice
But he alone can't see there's no choice
Dice were loaded from the start
He alone can't see he's a nothing-man
And he's crying "I'm your son, oh Lord
Why are you doing this to me ?
Can't you see I suffer, dear Lord
Oh, won't you hear my plea ?"
But his petition is ignored
As if the Lord was a retiree
But that's old news for the nothing-man
And so days go by, inconsequential
Witnessing baby-stars spreading their wings
The overnight winners, the mornings
Of the eternal potential
And the eternal nothing-man
There was no angel or demon in sight
No king-forsaken jumpsuit of light
Waiting to be worn
Here is the story of a nothing-man
Purpose of his life
Is the space he occupies, unperceived
Leaving a praised void that would relieve
Others when strain is rife
'Cause no one sees a nothing-man
But once he had dreams
He had a vision of fortune and fame
Time passed on and his stage name
Has been faded by winter strеams
He was born to remain a nothing-man
And he's scrеaming "Who's got it ? Who's got it ?
Who took my moment of glory away ?
Can't you see I need it ?
I need it to heal the wound of yesterday"
But no one hears him from his pit
Of disgrace and dismay
For he'll forever be a nothing-man
He's still unveiling his art
Once every full moon, his ambitions rejoice
But he alone can't see there's no choice
Dice were loaded from the start
He alone can't see he's a nothing-man
And he's crying "I'm your son, oh Lord
Why are you doing this to me ?
Can't you see I suffer, dear Lord
Oh, won't you hear my plea ?"
But his petition is ignored
As if the Lord was a retiree
But that's old news for the nothing-man
And so days go by, inconsequential
Witnessing baby-stars spreading their wings
The overnight winners, the mornings
Of the eternal potential
And the eternal nothing-man
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