Color and Light

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 am 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

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

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?

...And red 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?

And you look inside the eyes

The pink lips, the red cheeks...

And you catch him here and there

The wide eyes

Tudying the round face, the tiny 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 the eyes...

And the color of her hair...

I could look at her / 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