Portrait In Black Velvet 1992 Danny O'Keefe
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Artis: Danny O'Keefe

Album: Breezy Stories

Waktu rilis: 31-03-1992

Portrait In Black Velvet - Danny O'Keefe

Come with me now into a piece of velvet

 

And a plastic painter's daring dance of death

 

We'll journey very far into the surface

 

Those not used to diving hold your breath

 

The lady of my dreams paints scars of velvet

 

On the mirror are the words she chose to speak

 

And there the heavy hands that hang suspended

 

Wrote: The Easter undertaker's laughter breaks

 

Painter, she cried, it's mourning

 

She stared like a saint undone

 

Painter, she cried, it's morning

 

And we cannot find the sun

 

I offered her my cap and tiny shovel

 

Saying, surely this will hide you from the sun

 

I obtained it from a banker in depression

 

He was a memory from 1931

 

She butchers up her meat in careful quarters

 

Knowing the prize at stake is very high

 

And she builds a worn cliché into climax

 

Knowing she will barely get by

 

Painter, she cried, it's mourning

 

She stared like a saint undone

 

Painter, she cried, it's morning

 

And we cannot find the sun

 

Lady, return my dream

 

It wasn't free, it's not for sale

 

Lady, return my dream

 

And let me go on with the telling of my tale

 

Her gentle voice cried quietly to thank me

 

It's nothing, the hollow answer said

 

I let her ride the railroad line to Nowhere

 

And left the lost survivor on her bed

 

Painter, look, it's mourning

 

She stared like a saint undone

 

Painter, look, it's morning

 

And we cannot find the sun

 

Lady, return my dream

 

It wasn't free, it held my life

 

The portrait ends in a scream

 

Two hearts held together with a knife

 

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