Color and Light

George taught me all about concentration
 "The art of being still" he said
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 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
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 Order
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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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