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Words and music by dar williams
The blue it speaks so full
Its like the beauty one can barely stand
Or too much things dropped in your hand
And theres a green like the peace
In your heart sometimes
Printed underneath the sheets of ashy snow
And theres a blue like where the urban angels go, very bright
Now the calder mobile tips a biomorphic sphere
Then it swings its dangling pieces
Round to other paintings here
Your behavior is so male
Its like you cant explain yourself to me
I think Ill ask renoir to tea
For his flowers are as real as they are all the time
And the sunlight sets the furniture aglow
Its a pleasant time as far as people go, how far do they go?
Well his roses are perfect and his words have no wings
I know what he can give me and I like to know these things
I met her at the funeral
She said I dont know what he meant to me
I just know he affected me
An effect not unlike his art,
I believe
The service starts and we are in the know
He had so much to say but more to show, and aint that true of life?
So we weep for a person who lived at great cost
Yet we barely knew his powers till we sensed that we had lost
A friend and I in a museum room
She says, "look at mark rothkos side
Did you know about his suicide?
Some folks were born with a foot in the grave, but not me, of course"
And she smiles as if to say were in the know
Then she names a coffee place where we can go, uptown
Now the painting is desperate, but the crowds wash away
In a crowd of kind pedestrians whove seen enough today
The blue it speaks so full
Its like the beauty one can barely stand
Or too much things dropped in your hand
And theres a green like the peace
In your heart sometimes
Printed underneath the sheets of ashy snow
And theres a blue like where the urban angels go, very bright
Now the calder mobile tips a biomorphic sphere
Then it swings its dangling pieces
Round to other paintings here
Your behavior is so male
Its like you cant explain yourself to me
I think Ill ask renoir to tea
For his flowers are as real as they are all the time
And the sunlight sets the furniture aglow
Its a pleasant time as far as people go, how far do they go?
Well his roses are perfect and his words have no wings
I know what he can give me and I like to know these things
I met her at the funeral
She said I dont know what he meant to me
I just know he affected me
An effect not unlike his art,
I believe
The service starts and we are in the know
He had so much to say but more to show, and aint that true of life?
So we weep for a person who lived at great cost
Yet we barely knew his powers till we sensed that we had lost
A friend and I in a museum room
She says, "look at mark rothkos side
Did you know about his suicide?
Some folks were born with a foot in the grave, but not me, of course"
And she smiles as if to say were in the know
Then she names a coffee place where we can go, uptown
Now the painting is desperate, but the crowds wash away
In a crowd of kind pedestrians whove seen enough today
Исполнитель: Dar Williams