| After a funeral someone said to me You know I only see you at funerals it's been three since June -- been five since June for me. He said I've made a vow -- I only go to death parties if I know someone before they were sick. Why? 'cause -- 'cause -- 'cause I feel I feel so sad 'cause I never knew their lives and now I only know their deaths And because we are members of the Black Sheep family. We are sheep with no shepherd We are sheep with no straight and narrow We are sheep with no meadow We are sheep who take the dangerous pathway through the mountain range to get to the other side of our soul. We are the black sheep of the family called Black Sheep folk. We always speak our mind  appreciate differences in culturebelieve in sexual preferencesbelieve in no racismno sexismno religionismand we fight for what we believe but usually we're pagans. There's always one in every family. Even when we're surrounded by bodies we're always alone. You're born alone and you die alone -- written by a black sheep. You can't take it with you -- written by a former black sheep. Black Sheep folk look different from their families -- It's the way we look at the world. We're a quirk of nature -- We're a quirk of fate. Usually our family, our city, our country never understands us -- We knew this from when we were very young that we weren't meant to be understood. That's right, that's our job. Usually we're not appreciated until the next generation. That's our life, that's our story. Usually we're outcasts, outsiders in our own family. Don't worry -- get used to it. My sister says -- I don't understand you! But I have many sisters with me here tonight. My brother says -- I don't want you! But I have many brothers with me here tonight! My mother says -- I don't know how to love someone like you! You're so different from the rest! But I have many mamas with me here tonight! My father says -- I don't know how to hold you! But I have many many daddies with me here tonight! We're related to people we love who can't say I love you Black sheep daughterI love you Black sheep sonI love you outcast, I love you outsider.But tonight we love each other That's why we're here -- to be around others like ourselves -- So it doesn't hurt quite so much. In our world, our temple of difference I am at my loneliest when I have something to celebrate and try to share it with those I love but who don't love me back. There's always silence at the end of the phone. There's always silence at the end of the phone. Sister -- congratulate me! NO I CAN'T YOU'RE TOO LOUD. Grandma -- love me! NO I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE SOMEONE LIKE YOU. Sometimes the Black Sheep is a soothsayer, a psychic, a magician of sorts. Black sheep see the invisible -- We know each other's thoughts -- We feel fear and hatred. Sometimes some sheep are chosen to be sick to finally have average, flat, boring people sayI love you.Sometimes Black sheep are chosen to be sick so families can finally come together and sayI love you.Sometimes some Black Sheep are chosen to die so loved ones and families can finally say --Your life was worth livingYour life meant something to me!Black Sheeps' destinies are not necessarily in having families, having prescribed existences -- like the American Dream.Black Sheeps' destinies are to give meaning in life to be angelsto be conscienceto be nightmaresto be actors in dreams.Black Sheep can be family to strangers We can love each other like MOTHER FATHER SISTER BROTHER CHILD We understand universal love We understand unconditional love We feel a unique responsibility, a human responsibility for feelings of others. We can be all things to all people We are there at 3:30 AM when you call We are here tonight 'cause I just can't go to sleep. I have nowhere to go. I'm a creature of the night -- I travel in your dreams -- I feel your nightmares -- We are your holding hand We are your pillow, your receiver your cuddly toy. I feel your pain I wish I could relieve you of your suffering. I wish I could relieve you of your pain. I wish I could relieve you of your destiny. I wish I could relieve you of your fate. I wish I could relieve you of your illness. I wish I could relieve you of your life. I wish I could relieve you of your death. But it's always Silence at the end of the phone. Silence at the end of the phone. Silence at the end of the phone. |
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