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

Bum-bum, bum

Bum-bum-bum

Bum-bum, bum

More red

More blue

More beer

Need 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 need

No luck 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

Who 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 colored and light

Aren't you proper today, miss?

Your parasol so properly cocked

Your bustle so perfectly upright

No doubt your chin rested

Just the proper angle from your chest

And you, sir, your hat's 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 nal-nal-nal-nal

Yellow comma, yellow comma

Num-num, num

Num-num-num

Num-num, num

Blue, blue, blue, blue

Blue, still sitting

Red, that perfume

Blue all night

Blue-green, the window

Shut-ut-ut-ut-ut

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 that, finish that

Have to finish that 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 put more 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

Something 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 your studied, like the light

Forever with that mirror

What does she see?

The round face

Tiny pout

A 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

But he's never really there

Studying the round face, the tiny pout

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

I could look at him forever

And the color of her hair

I could look at her forever

It's going well

Should In 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 house 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