keep art alive; art by kelly vivancowhere she wanted to go(11/25)lollipops and daisies in her hairand little boy blueparked beside herthey were like the twin starsa bizarro world jack and jilli snapped their picturesleft and rightshe wanted me to take her handgo off to capritalk to the rocksdrink red wine by the seawe could leave him behindmy shadowmy second selfbut how can you leave a part of youhe will followat least in these wayward dreamsin and outi dyed her hair pinkwhite stripes on the sideshe drank a bottle of bourbonsang love songs loudand i felt her tremble beneath my fingersfelt a flinchi thought i knew all of who she wasall of himbut the candles were dimdarkening, then gonehe hired a seamstress to make her wingssee-throughgoldenand he hooked them onto his backas wellshe could not fly away without himnot for a momenthe painted the house blueher favouritehe knewstapled her skin to his soulforever and everpeppermint and sandalwoodthe smells of her hairi was welcome lessknocked at the doorunheardhe would say she was tiedsleepingawayapartbut i knew that her voice was falteringlips gluedshe was shutting her eyes and taking that trip to the ocean finallyalone and unafraidlucy.
lucysilverlining says
those aren't the lyrics actually, that is something i wrote. :)
and i love the painting, paired with the song, it seemed kind of fairytale-ish. glad you liked it.
Anna says
Oh dear. Well don't let my alcohol-deriving stupidity or my Duran Duran illiteracy get in the way of the realization that I wanted to pay those lyrics a compliment :)
Mike the Knife says
Brutally lovely, lucy. And I so relish that Duran song - and cheered its use on the soundtrack of "Layer Cake," one of my fave films of the past few years,
keep art alive; art by kelly vivancowhere she wanted to go(11/25)lollipops and daisies in her hairand little boy blueparked beside herthey were like the twin starsa bizarro world jack and jilli snapped their picturesleft and rightshe wanted me to take her handgo off to capritalk to the rocksdrink red wine by the seawe could leave him behindmy shadowmy second selfbut how can you leave a part of youhe will followat least in these wayward dreamsin and outi dyed her hair pinkwhite stripes on the sideshe drank a bottle of bourbonsang love songs loudand i felt her tremble beneath my fingersfelt a flinchi thought i knew all of who she wasall of himbut the candles were dimdarkening, then gonehe hired a seamstress to make her wingssee-throughgoldenand he hooked them onto his backas wellshe could not fly away without himnot for a momenthe painted the house blueher favouritehe knewstapled her skin to his soulforever and everpeppermint and sandalwoodthe smells of her hairi was welcome lessknocked at the doorunheardhe would say she was tiedsleepingawayapartbut i knew that her voice was falteringlips gluedshe was shutting her eyes and taking that trip to the ocean finallyalone and unafraidlucy.
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