Art Bomb

Art Bomb

music and lyrics by Elaine DiMasi and Rick Mealey

 

Running for the bus, her crayons underfoot like a landslide

colored chalk lines twining from the driveway to the door

now a blur of yellow as the driver slowly passes

doesn’t stop here any more

 

temperas flying in her face like a father

attitudes and lectures, how he wants the best for her

she was a blur of blackness then and one day all those reasons

didn’t stop her — didn’t stop her any more

 

blown up large upon the canvas

pinned up small upon the fridge

to her it didn’t matter which

all gone

 

crayons turned to carving tools, always tried new media

her fancy avocation left her ill-equipped for life

but I guess she never listened then and now she doesn’t have to

I can’t stop her — can’t stop her any more

 

blown up large upon the canvas

pinned up small upon the fridge

to us it didn’t matter which

all gone — gone — gone

 

my limbs are torn away from me — the arms that used to hold her

the legs that used to walk beside exploring every sight

my mind’s been ripped away from me, the absence where she used to be

the dark imagined scenery to which she brought her light

my heart’s been blown away from me, the barren walls now colorless

the riot of her essence gone dark where once it shone so very bright

 

we tried another medium, we tried another tack

looking back — look at ink blots — look inside

how do the pictures fit together — help us make some sense

we never see her — never see her any more

 

blown up large upon the canvas

pinned up small upon the fridge

to her it didn’t matter which

all gone

blown up large upon the canvas

pinned up small upon the fridge

to us it didn’t matter which

all gone — gone — gone

 

my limbs are torn away from me — the arms that used to hold her

the legs that used to walk beside exploring every sight

my mind’s been ripped away from me, the absence where she used to be

the dark imagined scenery to which she brought her light

my heart’s been blown away from me, our walls now bare and cold

the explosion of her essence gone dark where once it shone so very bright

 

shine forever, wherever you have gone

shine forever, so that everyone can see

shine forever, in all your brilliant colors

shine forever

 

© 2013 Genus Capra/atFulcrum

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