Story Behind The Song
Thirty-four years of teaching high school English.
Song Description
Building on the simple idea that we are all the same shade in the dark. "Color doesn't mean anything when you're flying under night's wing."
| Song Length |
3:05 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Joyful |
Subject |
Suicide |
| Similar Artists |
Tom Petty |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
SHADOW PEOPLE
The shadow people are my friends,
We pick up our lives when day ends.
We’re all the same shade in the dark;
The dog bigot loses his bark.
Shadow people play in the park.
Shadow people play in the park.
In the cold light of day,
I don’t have much to say.
I’d always have my way,
If night was here to stay,
When shadow people play.
The shadow people have it right;
They play all of their games at night.
Color doesn’t mean anything
When you’re flying under night’s wing.
Shadow people teach you to sing.
Shadow people teach you to sing.
In the cold light of day,
I don’t have much to say.
I’d always have my way
If night was here to stay,
When shadow people play.
The shadow people rule the land;
Their every move is carefully planned.
Brothers and sisters at sunset,
Paying off prejudice’s debt;
Leaving only small stuff to sweat.
Leaving only small stuff to sweat.
In the cold light of day,
I don’t have much to say.
I’d always have my way
If night was here to stay,
When shadow people play.
Copyright © 2003 Lex Zaleta