[Intro] [Sound of a pencil snapping] [Exasperated sigh] Goodbye, Geometry. Hello... Pigment. One, two, splash it on! [Verse 1] I was a master of the perfect square Calculating angles with a vacant stare I had a ruler for my feelings and a compass for my soul But my canvas was a desert, and my heart was a hole! Then I tripped on a root by the riverbank side Saw a swirl of Raw Sienna that I couldn’t hide It wasn’t a shape, it wasn’t a plan It was just the glorious muck of the land! [Chorus] Oh, it’s Color! Color! Color! In a bucket, in a jar! I don’t care what the "subjects" are! Give me that Mississippi Mud! That River-Bottom Brown! I’m the happiest painter in this technical town! It’s the vibe of the earth, it’s the grit in the light If the color is wrong, then the soul isn't right! [Verse 2] I climbed up a mountain to find the Form But I got hit by a Violet thunderstorm The peaks disappeared in a Misty Peach blur Like the world was wrapped in a Lavender fur! Is it a rock? Is it a tree? Don’t ask such silly questions of me! It’s a Dusty Rose echo, it’s a Slate Gray sigh I’m painting the breath of a mountain-top sky! [Bridge] [Music strips back to a funky bass and snapping fingers] [Spoken, rhythmic] Is it Correct? No. Is it Proportional? Probably not. But look at that Ochre. Look at that Olive. That’s not "dirt," darling... That’s Terracotta Destiny. [Squelch sound effect] Ooh, sticky! [Guitar Solo / Synth Break] [Wavy, "liquid" sounding notes that mimic flowing paint] [Chorus] Oh, it’s Color! Color! Color! In a bucket, in a jar! I don’t care what the "subjects" are! Give me that Mississippi Mud! That River-Bottom Brown! I’m the happiest painter in this technical town! It’s the vibe of the earth, it’s the grit in the light If the color is wrong, then the soul isn't right! [Outro] [Fading out with a bouncy beat] More Silt. Yeah, toss in some Sage. The river is muddy, but the artist is... [Laughs] Well, I’m covered in Burnt Orange. Color... color... color... Watch the drip! [Final "splat" sound] [End]
