Color and Light

George taught me all about concentration "The art of being still" he said I guess I did not learn it soon enough George likes to be alone Sometimes he will work all night long painting We fought about that I need sleep I love to dream George doesn't need as much sleep as everyone else And he never tells me his dreams George has many secrets Order Design Composition Tone Form Symmetry Balance More red And a little more red Blue blue blue blue Blue blue blue blue Even even Good Bumbum bum bumbumbum Bumbum bum More red More blue More beer More light Color and light There's only color and light Yellow and white Just blue and yellow and white Look at the air, miss See what I mean? No, look over there, miss That's done with green Conjoined with orange Nothing seems to fit me right The less I wear, the more comfortable I feel More rouge George is very special Maybe I'm just not special enough for him If my legs were longer If my bust was smaller If my hands were graceful If my waist was thinner If my hips were flatter If my voice was warm If I could concentrate I'd be in the Follies I'd be in a cabaret Gentlemen in tall silk hats And linen spats Would wait with flowers I could make them wait for hours Giddy young aristocrats With fancy flats Would drink my health And I would be as hard as nails And they'd only want me more If I was a folly girl Nah, I wouldn't like it much Married men and stupid boys And too much smoke and all that noise And all that color and light Aren't you proper today, miss? Your parasol so properly cocked Your bustle so perfectly upright No doubt your chin rests at just the proper angle from your chest And you sir Your hat so black So black to you, perhaps So red to me None of the others worked at night So composed for a Sunday How do you work without the right Bright White Light? How do you fathom George? Red red red red Red red orange Red red orange Orange pick up blue Pick up red Pick up orange From the blue-green blue-green Blue-green circle On the violet diagonal Di-ag-ag-ag-ag-ag-o-nal-nal Yellow comma yellow comma Numnum num numnumnum Numnum num Blue blue blue blue Blue still sitting Red that perfume Blue all night Blue-green the window shut Dut dut dut Dot Dot sitting Dot Dot waiting Dot Dot getting fat fat fat More yellow Dot Dot waiting to go Out out out But no no no George Finish the hat finish the hat Have to finish the hat first Hat hat hat hat Hot hot hot it's hot in here Sunday! Color and light! But how George looks, he could look forever There's only color and light As if he sees you and he doesn't all at once Purple and white What is he thinking when he looks like that? Just blue and purple and white What does he see? Sometimes, not even blinking Look at this glade, girls Your cool blue spot His eyes, so dark and shiny No, stay in the shade, girls It's getting hot Some think cold and black It's getting orange But it's warm inside his eyes Hotter And it's soft inside his eyes And he burns you with his eyes Look at her looking And you're studied like the light Forever with that mirror What does she see? The round face The tiny pout The soft mouth The creamy skin And you look inside the eyes The pink lips, the red cheeks And you catch him here and there The wide eyes Studying the round face, the pout But he's never really there Seeing all the parts and none of the whole So you want him even more But the way she catches light And you drown inside his eyes And the color of her hair I could look at him forever It's going well Should I wear my red dress or blue? Red Aren't you going to clean up? Why? The Follies, George I have to finish the hat Damn The Follies Will she yell or stay silent? Go without me or sulk in the corner? Will she be in the bed when the hat and the grass and the parasol have finally found their way? Too green Do I care? Too blue Yes Too soft What should I do? Well Red