Mark Rothko Song

Mark Rothko Song - Dar Williams

Written by：Dar William

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

Painted underneath the sheets of ashy snow

And there's 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

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 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 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 show and ain't that true of life

So we weep for a person who lived at great cost

Yet we barely knew his powers

'Til 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 grave but not me of course

And she smiles as if to say we're 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 world of kind pedestrians who've seen enough today