THE BLACK SHEEP’S SONG (words and music by Julian Cope, from “Black Sheep” LP )
1. I am the black sheep of my flock, I stand alone at field’s edge. Out here my waking hours I spend, Chewing a hole in the hedge. I am the outcast of this flock. When you are gathered together, I spend my days tied up by a rope, Seeking an end to my tether.
2. Our gathering seems at their most content, When master punishes me. For in my difference I do remind them, Too often of their apathy. If you’re a white sheep, blessed are you, And run adoring to your master. You taste the lush green grass that fattens your lambs, Although for them it spells disaster.
3. To rally every black sheep is my goal, In Visions, I see them all lamenting, Across the world where’er a black sheep runs, Still, plans of freedom I’m fomenting. I am the black sheep of this flock And I can answer to no one. I see you are the black sheep of your flock, too, Methinks it takes one to know one.
the most underrated album of the past year. Go cope!