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Art Creating Art (3:21)
She thinks I’m sleeping.
But out of the corner of my eye
I see her reflection.
She stands naked, brush in hand,
Before a canvas,
Painting something I can't see.
She's art creating art,
She stands like a ballerina,
Her body should be carved in marble,
And placed next to David in Florence,
She’s art creating art.
How did I get here?
Her solo dance, her spirit free,
Upon a high porch.
My curious eyes, her finger pointed
To come in,
Her light green dress fell to the floor.
The beauty of her soul flows through her paintings,
A master’s touch against soft cello music,
I’m feeling very mortal lying near her,
Will she see me again?
Copyright 2006 Stephen GC
Music, lyrics and vocals by Stephen GC
Produced by Rye Randa for Ryemusic, Inc.
She thinks I’m sleeping.
But out of the corner of my eye
I see her reflection.
She stands naked, brush in hand,
Before a canvas,
Painting something I can't see.
She's art creating art,
She stands like a ballerina,
Her body should be carved in marble,
And placed next to David in Florence,
She’s art creating art.
How did I get here?
Her solo dance, her spirit free,
Upon a high porch.
My curious eyes, her finger pointed
To come in,
Her light green dress fell to the floor.
The beauty of her soul flows through her paintings,
A master’s touch against soft cello music,
I’m feeling very mortal lying near her,
Will she see me again?
Copyright 2006 Stephen GC
Music, lyrics and vocals by Stephen GC
Produced by Rye Randa for Ryemusic, Inc.
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