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 govery bright

Now the calder mobile tips a biomorphic sphere

Then it swings it's 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 gohow 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 showand 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 gravebut not meof course"

And she smiles as if to say we're in the know

Then she names a coffee place where we can gouptown

Now the painting is desperatebut the crowds wash away

In a crowd of kind pedestrians who've seen enough today