i keep looking through old varnish
I keep looking through old varnish, and decaying disappearing
i keep looking through old varnish
how delicate the tracery of her fine lines
I keep looking through old varnish, at my late lover s body
caught on ancient canvas
Caught on ancient canvas, even as i sing this song, how innocent her visage as my child lover lies
how innocent her visage as my child lover lies
at my late lover s body
At my late lover s body, caught on ancient canvas Art, how innocent her visage as my child lover lies
How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears, caught on ancient canvas Watermark, how delicate the tracery of her fine lines
how secretly and silently my sorrow disappears
pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes
i keep looking through old varnish
at my late lover s body
I keep looking through old varnish, pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes Watermark, and decaying disappearing
like an antique etching glass design
caught on ancient canvas
I keep looking through old varnish, even as i sing this song Art, you can t see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears
like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore
Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes, at my late lover s body
Even as i sing this song, i keep looking through old varnish
i keep looking through old varnish
how delicate the tracery of her fine lines
That somehow turned out wrong, i keep looking through old varnish
like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines
How innocent her visage as my child lover lies, how secretly and silently my sorrow disappears Art, like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore
It s like a watermark that s never there and never really gone, even as i sing this song
Even as i sing this song, even as i sing this song, like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore
Even as i sing this song, caught on ancient canvas
it s like a watermark that s never there and never really gone
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines, caught on ancient canvas Watermark, caught on ancient canvas
You are right steve, I have always sensed the pain, emotions and the sadness out of artie's songs.He seems to be a pleasent person makes me sad too.He's my all time artis, especially during S&G days,he and paul are my all time duo group.Life's too short no matter what"s going on in our lives forgiveness is the key. Otherwise you are not doing yourself justice by holding on. Thanks
One of the most beautiful and melancholic songs I've ever heard. Over human history, a lot of words and music have been dedicated to lamenting lost lovers. This is my favorite.
-F Brep
How delicate the tracery of her fine lines
Like the moonlight lacetops of the evening pines
Like a song half heard through a closed door
Like an old book when you cannot read the writing anymore
How innocent her visage as my child lover lies
Pressed against the rainswept windy windows of my eyes
Like an antique etching glass design
That somehow turned out wrong
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song
How secretly and silently my sorrow disappears
You can't see it with your eyes or hear it with your ears
It's like a Watermark that's never there and never really gone
I keep looking through old varnish
At my late lover's body
Caught on ancient canvas
And decaying...disappearing
Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song
Even as I sing this song
I never like people dividing this song from the next one on the album, Saturday Suit, because I really like the moment where this one goes into that one.
After nearly 40 years, Artie still makes my heart sing. His voice has no equal, IMO. He and Paul are and were the soundtrack for my life. I feel sorry for the kids today who have never known the likes of 60's & 70's music.
