The Banality of Blue on Black

This is a bit tangential or a further integration on yesterday's post, Get Away From Everyone Trying To Help You. I also have a mini-update at the end about the start of my fundraiser for a family.

There's a song I've been a fan of for quite some time, Blue on Black, by Kenny Wayne Shepherd. I've even blogged about it in the way past. That's 2008, so it's been a while.

Hey, blue on black, tears on a river
A push on a shove, it don't mean much
Joker on Jack, match on a fire
Cold on ice, a dead man's touch
Whisper on a scream doesn't change a thing
Doesn't bring you back
Blue on black

The essential meaning is if you mix blue color into black, you get black. It's a metaphor for futility and pointlessness. As so many songs are, this song is about loss. One reason I love it is that you can pretty much hear every word as it's sung, and the lyrics are coherent.

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Richard Nikoley

I'm Richard Nikoley. Free The Animal began in 2003 and as of 2022, contains over 5,000 posts. I blog what I wish...from health, diet, and food to travel and lifestyle; to politics, social antagonism, expat-living location and time independent—while you sleep—income. I celebrate the audacity and hubris to live by your own exclusive authority and take your own chances. Read More
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