Mark Rothko Song — текст песни (Dar Williams)

Words and music by dar williams



The blue it speaks so full

Its like the beauty one can barely stand

Or too much things dropped in your hand

And theres a green like the peace

In your heart sometimes

Printed underneath the sheets of ashy snow

And theres a blue like where the urban angels go, very bright

Now the calder mobile tips a biomorphic sphere

Then it swings its dangling pieces

Round to other paintings here



Your behavior is so male

Its like you cant explain yourself to me

I think Ill ask renoir to tea

For his flowers are as real as they are all the time

And the sunlight sets the furniture aglow

Its 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 dont 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 aint 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 rothkos 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 were 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 whove seen enough today