vansire – four portraits lyrics
there’s arnold
with his back to me
wandering down through an ill-lit street
i’m curious
and would like to entreat
is this inspiration or self-defeat?
and from the corner his figure fades
and should i follow or retrograde?
there’s anton
with a furrowed brow
a crooked finger and non-plussed scowl
there’s symmetry
he will soon endow
crafting tone rows with his head faced down
if i seek pleasure in melody
have i betrayed best tendencies?
oh alban
we part our hair the same
posing next to a drawer and frame
at 23 and two years of age
your work is tasteful your life’s urbane
as for the despots who bring you down
a century later they’re still around
and so i sit by the window sill
feeling sad, the questions linger still
i’m trying to decide if it’s fake or real
i’m all alone
in a noisy throng
nameless and ageless, all strung along
n0body else can name this song
mispr-nunciations and words spelled wrong
at times like these i think i’m on my own
a new self-portrait of my own
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