Painting Box

Painting Box
As the morning of your eyes
Comes waking through my shadows
Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep
I whisper to the baby raindrops
Playing on my window
And tell them gently this is not
The time that they should weep.

For somewhere in my mind
There is a painting box
I have every colour there, it's true
Just lately, when I look inside
My painting box
I seem to pick the colours of you.

My Friday evening footsteps
Plodding dully through this black town
Are far away now
From the world that I'm in
My eyes are listening to some sounds
That I think just might be springtime
With daffodils between my toes
I'm laughing at their whim.

For somewhere in my mind
There is a painting box
I have every colour there, it's true
Just lately, when I look inside
My painting box
I seem to pick the colours of you.

The purple sail above me
Catches all the strength of summer
Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound
I smile and shake my head and say
My little ship is sinking
But I kind of like the sea that I'm on
And I don't mind if I do drown.

For somewhere in my mind
There is a painting box
I have every colour there, it's true
Just lately, when I look inside
My painting box
I seem to pick the colours of you.

From "5000 Spirits or the Layers of the Onion". Lyrics and source music copyright Michael Heron, Robin Williamson and The Incredible String Band, 1967.

Keyboard: Alesis QS-7.
Mix: digitally sampled 12-string acoustic guitar.

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Music

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• Incredible
• String
• Band
• Painting
• box
• Mike
• Heron
• Robin
• Williamson

[ESAisESA]

Nice job with this. Excellent adaptation.