Portrait In Black Velvet

アーティストDanny O'Keefe
作詞Danny O'Keefe
作曲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 dream paints soars 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
Crying, "Painter, look! 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
For she knows the prize at stake is very high
And she builds a worn cliche into a climax
For she knows that she will barely get by

"Painter!" she cried, "it's mourning"
She stared like a saint undone
Crying, "Painter, look! 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 I left the lost survivor on her bed

"Painter!" she cried, "it's mourning"
She stared like a saint undone
Crying, "Painter, look! It's morning
And we cannot find the sun"

Lady return my dream
It once was real it held my life
The portrait ends in scream
Two hearts sewn together with a knife

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