Dar Williams - Mark Rothko Song Lyrics
Words and music by dar williamsThe blue it speaks so fullIts like the beauty one can barely standOr too much things dropped in your handAnd theres a green like the peaceIn your heart sometimesPrinted underneath the sheets of ashy snowAnd theres a blue like where the urban angels go, very brightNow the calder mobile tips a biomorphic sphereThen it swings its dangling piecesRound to other paintings hereYour behavior is so maleIts like you cant explain yourself to meI think Ill ask renoir to teaFor his flowers are as real as they are all the timeAnd the sunlight sets the furniture aglowIts a pleasant time as far as people go, how far do they go?Well his roses are perfect and his words have no wingsI know what he can give me and I like to know these thingsI met her at the funeralShe said I dont know what he meant to meI just know he affected meAn effect not unlike his art,I believeThe service starts and we are in the knowHe 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 costYet we barely knew his powers till we sensed that we had lostA friend and I in a museum roomShe says, look at mark rothkos sideDid you know about his suicide?Some folks were born with a foot in the grave, but not me, of courseAnd she smiles as if to say were in the knowThen she names a coffee place where we can go, uptownNow the painting is desperate, but the crowds wash awayIn a crowd of kind pedestrians whove seen enough today
