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warren and tim's first song.
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In a Chinese painting
Hanging opposite my bed
A scholar contemplates the beauty
Of cherry blossoms hanging over his head
They say he intoxicated with the beauty
But I think hes drunk on wine
And after he puts down another bottle
Hell lose track of the time
In my time of darkness
When I couldnt find a friend
I spent days painting nightmares
In cobalt and alizarin
But you coaxed me out of my hiding place
By offering me a poem
I said, Honey, I want to paint you
You laughed and took me home
At the Chinese laundry
One block down and around
You can recycle your underwear
For forty five cents a pound
I like to recycle my canvases
Painting new scenes over the old
As I rework the details
Art turns into a life metaphor
A dust settles over the city
As the evening sun tumbles low
Commuters without lives scramble back to their homes
To watch televised reality shows
As I sit here getting drunk on your beauty
I feel a stirring in my heart
Ill be the paint, you be the canvas
And together well make art
Hanging opposite my bed
A scholar contemplates the beauty
Of cherry blossoms hanging over his head
They say he intoxicated with the beauty
But I think hes drunk on wine
And after he puts down another bottle
Hell lose track of the time
In my time of darkness
When I couldnt find a friend
I spent days painting nightmares
In cobalt and alizarin
But you coaxed me out of my hiding place
By offering me a poem
I said, Honey, I want to paint you
You laughed and took me home
At the Chinese laundry
One block down and around
You can recycle your underwear
For forty five cents a pound
I like to recycle my canvases
Painting new scenes over the old
As I rework the details
Art turns into a life metaphor
A dust settles over the city
As the evening sun tumbles low
Commuters without lives scramble back to their homes
To watch televised reality shows
As I sit here getting drunk on your beauty
I feel a stirring in my heart
Ill be the paint, you be the canvas
And together well make art
Warren, you have a unique style. The way you squeeze out
your consonants and vowels reminds me of...
The lyrics: what can I say? A cerebration of life and art.
Skin and fabric, dust and cherry blossoms -- what more is
there to contemplate? Alizarin Crimson and Cobalt
Blue...good pigment choices.
Excellent song art -- who painted it?