“Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, “You’re crooked. You’ve always been crooked and you’ll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!” said the straight tree. He said, “I’m tall and I’m straight.” And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, “Cut all the straight trees.” And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.”—Wristcutters: A Love Story
Sittin in this lonely town wonderin when things are gonna change,
Dreamin my life away and it seems them dreams they turned into a bunch of dust clouds.
Gettin my nerve up, but my past is pullin me down,
Wonderin how long this black sheep can stick around,
Somebody told me once before:
You can never go home again once you leave,
Say anything just to steer me away from the truth of what I who I am and what I believe,
So I thanked him for his two cents
With a hand shake and some sympathy,
And I packed up my blue jeans and I headed for the big prize
Of my freedom.
Bye bye black sheep
To the black sheep of the family,
Bye bye black sheep, oh, they means so much to me,
Bye bye to my friends and to my family,
Bye bye black sheep, goin off and set my soul, set it free.
Times they were changin, if I did just a little re-arrangin
Maybe take a couple chances this progress I know it advances
to that prize of my freedom.
Angles, did you come here from across the lake?
Maybe flew over from Indiana?
All these years you’ve been watching over me,
Keepin all those eyes on me.
You always did tell me just what it is I need to hear,
Not always what I want to hear, but what I need to hear.
I’m so grateful for every heartbreak,
For everything that came my way, that I didn’t want to happen at that time,
I thank god, almighty, for getting me out of my own way,
Angles we are mighty,
You told me that my dreams are outside the door,
All I gotta do is learn to chase it,
Maybe even one day learn to let her in,
You see, these people around me say I’m crazy,
For singing out loud like I do here on the street,
But I got my song, and if I don’t sing it it’s going to burn a hole in me,
They call me crazy, crazy, for singing outl oud like I do here on this street, but I got my song and and I sing it out loud, and if you don’t like that, my friend… I know you angles are going to help me sing:
Goodbye to all you black sheep of the families,
Bye bye, oh you know you’ve always meant so very, very, very, very much to me,
Bye bye, you are my friends and even my family,
Oh you beautiful black sheep, goin to set my soul, set it free…