Paradox Parade Part 1

Words and music by Bill Price

Dragging down the road one autumn day, I came across a town way out of the way
Burned-out buildings lined the square - abandoned all but one
I took a turn down sable street - around a corner - when who'd I meet?
Underneath a black top hat, stood the undertaker's son

He mumbled in a voice hard to detect - words like passersby and no respect
He said, "Come in and spend some time - it's the one thing you can afford"
I said, "I'm just looking for a place to rest." He laughed and he said, "There's truth in jest
This is a town of work, but not without reward"

As he led me through hallways dim, my footsteps echoed like haunted hymns
Soon I saw his finger bones black as light passed through his paper-thin skin
Paintings hung on dingy walls - faceless portraits big and small
Stairways twisted upside down - turned from brick to gold and back again

Passing a room, I caught a glimpse - full of people strange, from priests to pimps
Above their heads, ordinary time was dripping from a cup
A grin crept across his now wrinkled face as I asked him why they seemed so odd and so out of place
He sighed and said to me, "If only they'd look up"

Unaware you're wearing black
Unaware you're wearing white
Unaware you're dressing for this parade - the paradox parade

Higher and higher we went that night - his feeble feet led us up one final flight
In the belfry now he spun around and revealed to me a book
He whispered, "This is a book of sacred rhymes" - just then I felt the shiver of the chimes
He said, "I'm entrusting you with this, but for now you must not look"

He said, "Remember for a rhyme to ring, you need both words - you need both wings
In the garden is a swan - a swan as white as snow"
He hurried us down the stairs, then he dissolved into the ebony air
Only his voice remained - it said "Take your gift, and - go"

Unaware you're wearing black
Unaware you're wearing white
Unaware you're dressing for this parade - the paradox parade

© 2015 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)