New Song: Paint
So I think this is finished. I don't think it needs a bridge, probably just an instrumental break.
Paint
Strands in wind, like liquid twigs
Painted on a human canvas
Every line a memory
Every inkspot tears of sadness
Bring another colour in
Send another smalt sensation
Lend a light: there’s little left
Work too close to be confessed.
Never mind the meaning’s unclear
Stand aside and let them see it
Never mind the pain that painted
All the punters explicate it
Shade an eye and look away
Never let the truth betray you
Place a picture, pretty plain thing
Cover up the age and pain
Paint is a line
Is a lie
Is a suit of armour
Paint me a line
Paint a smile
From brow to daughter
Paint in a curve
Every nerve
Every tear is crossed
By paint
Fairy landscapes, stars for light
Moonbeams on a field of mushrooms
Owls and dragons, cats and sprites
Single stars and bright peacock plumes
All the wonder one hand writes
Covers up the deprecation
Feign a flower, spin delight
Realise the light within
Every painting lasts one day
Always different, always flowing
Into patterns, interplay
Illustrating depths unknowing
Trees that stretch from spring to autumn
Bending bare embrace November
Curves form manuscripts forgotten
All the secrets here encrypt.
Paint is a line
Is a lie
Is a suit of armour
Paint me a line
Paint a smile
From brow to daughter
Paint in a curve
Every nerve
Every tear is crossed
By paint
Strands in wind, like liquid twigs
Painted on a human canvas
Every line a memory
Every inkspot tears of sadness
Bring another colour in
Send another smalt sensation
Lend a light: there’s little left
Work too close to be confessed.
Paint
Strands in wind, like liquid twigs
Painted on a human canvas
Every line a memory
Every inkspot tears of sadness
Bring another colour in
Send another smalt sensation
Lend a light: there’s little left
Work too close to be confessed.
Never mind the meaning’s unclear
Stand aside and let them see it
Never mind the pain that painted
All the punters explicate it
Shade an eye and look away
Never let the truth betray you
Place a picture, pretty plain thing
Cover up the age and pain
Paint is a line
Is a lie
Is a suit of armour
Paint me a line
Paint a smile
From brow to daughter
Paint in a curve
Every nerve
Every tear is crossed
By paint
Fairy landscapes, stars for light
Moonbeams on a field of mushrooms
Owls and dragons, cats and sprites
Single stars and bright peacock plumes
All the wonder one hand writes
Covers up the deprecation
Feign a flower, spin delight
Realise the light within
Every painting lasts one day
Always different, always flowing
Into patterns, interplay
Illustrating depths unknowing
Trees that stretch from spring to autumn
Bending bare embrace November
Curves form manuscripts forgotten
All the secrets here encrypt.
Paint is a line
Is a lie
Is a suit of armour
Paint me a line
Paint a smile
From brow to daughter
Paint in a curve
Every nerve
Every tear is crossed
By paint
Strands in wind, like liquid twigs
Painted on a human canvas
Every line a memory
Every inkspot tears of sadness
Bring another colour in
Send another smalt sensation
Lend a light: there’s little left
Work too close to be confessed.