Mark Rothko Song Lyrics

Song	Mark Rothko Song
Artist	Dar Williams
Album	The Honesty Room
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	作词 : Williams
	Words and music by Dar Williams
	The blue it speaks so full
	It's like the beauty one can barely stand
	Or too much things dropped in your hand
	And there's a green like the peace
	In your heart sometimes
	Printed underneath the sheets of ashy snow
	And there's a blue like where the urban angels go, very bright
	Now the Caldor mobile tips a biomorphic sphere
	Then it swings its dangling pieces
	round to other paintings here
	Your behavior is so male
	It's like you can't explain yourself to me
	I think I'll ask Renoir to tea
	For his flowers are as real as they are all the time
	And the sunlight sets the furniture aglow
	It's 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 don't 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 ain't 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 Rothko's 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 we're 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 who've seen enough today

	zuo ci : Williams
	Words and music by Dar Williams
	The blue it speaks so full
	It' s like the beauty one can barely stand
	Or too much things dropped in your hand
	And there' s a green like the peace
	In your heart sometimes
	Printed underneath the sheets of ashy snow
	And there' s a blue like where the urban angels go, very bright
	Now the Caldor mobile tips a biomorphic sphere
	Then it swings its dangling pieces
	round to other paintings here
	Your behavior is so male
	It' s like you can' t explain yourself to me
	I think I' ll ask Renoir to tea
	For his flowers are as real as they are all the time
	And the sunlight sets the furniture aglow
	It' s 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 don' t 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 ain' t 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 Rothko' s 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 we' re 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 who' ve seen enough today

	zuò cí : Williams
	Words and music by Dar Williams
	The blue it speaks so full
	It' s like the beauty one can barely stand
	Or too much things dropped in your hand
	And there' s a green like the peace
	In your heart sometimes
	Printed underneath the sheets of ashy snow
	And there' s a blue like where the urban angels go, very bright
	Now the Caldor mobile tips a biomorphic sphere
	Then it swings its dangling pieces
	round to other paintings here
	Your behavior is so male
	It' s like you can' t explain yourself to me
	I think I' ll ask Renoir to tea
	For his flowers are as real as they are all the time
	And the sunlight sets the furniture aglow
	It' s 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 don' t 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 ain' t 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 Rothko' s 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 we' re 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 who' ve seen enough today

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