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
Who'd 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-o-nal-nal-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.

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

And the color of her hair

I could look at him forever
I could look at her 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