THEY SAID THAT I WAS LOW DOWN (©christian stone) The Belle of Saint Marie with her puppet made of lace Was over by the trumpet as I walked into her place She said, Look over there, see the hearts upon the wall They were put there by the artist seven days before his fall The sky, it was dark, ice and flame made it bare I could see the shadows falling, there was thunder in the air Excuse me I said, Do you even know my name I just dropped in to tell you the true version of my fame The priest behind the table, he just looked me in the eye And said that I was low-down, but I never asked him why The fellows on the avenue, renaming streets of stone Were frightened by the bloody sight of harlots broken bones Me, I was stuck there with a gypsy friend of mine Who reinvented romance with her partner who was blind Look at them I said, Could I paint this in a day You could hang it in my gallery were the only words shed say The frozen wind was blowing, we could feel it through our coats As my gypsy friend was leaving after reading all my notes The pale moon was falling as I heard the fellows cry They said that we were low-down, but I never asked them why Dont drag me to the gallows I heard the doctor say I only tried to heal her, but I fell along the way The doctor started posing as he saw me grab my brush Lets put this hangin off he said, There aint no need to rush The crowd, they were moanin like a rabbit in a trap We came to see the hangin and to hear the gallows snap A fireball was risin in the eastern sky by then I could make no sense of nothin as the doctor grabbed my pen I came to please the crowd he said, so let me say good bye He then said I was low-down, but I never asked him why The scientist was locked up in the gallery at noon He was told to move the walls to make more room for the moon Me, I was passin through, I had nowhere to go When I stopped into the gallery to review my current show Whats going on I said, My work is on the street Could you please put those walls back, and this time be discreet The owner of the gallery, her ideas inside a frame Said there aint no use in tryin cause the walls went up in flame I just could not believe the stinging words of her reply When she said that I was low-down, but I never asked her why The homeless politician talks about philosophy As he memorizes verses from his book of poetry I saw him on the corner and he said Lets make a deal Ill tell you all I know if youll just treat me to a meal I havent got the time I said, My easels full of holes And I have to get it fixed up if I want to paint my soul Ill throw in some weather maps he said it with a grin Hearing that I felt that lonely hollow place within No, No I said, Lets just stare into the sky Then he said that I was low-down, but I never asked him why The engineers of wall street said my work was all a mess I said it didnt matter, but I really must confess Im confused by the attitude of those who never see What goes on behind the mask when a vision comes to me Get it off the walls they say, Destroy it with a broom Sweep it down the alley out behind the waiting room Save it all I say, My aunt collects the wire She gives it to the mission where they set it all on fire The engineers, they look at me, shame is in their eyes And say that I am low-down, but I never asked them why Get me to the circus, cause my shoes are in the shop I heard the juggler say as he waved at me to stop Here, you can have my truck I told him with a smile Im just goin to my studio, its up there about a mile Besides, I aint too proud to give you everything I got He thanked me with a broken voice I never have forgot Ill bring it back tomorrow, maybe later on today Were the last words I heard as he went about his way His uncle called me yesterday, his name was alibi He said that I was low-down, but I never asked him why They say there was a half breed, a patron of the arts Who tried to buy my artwork, but refused the unknown parts I wish I would have known her, but they kept her hidden well They told her I was wealthy so my work would never sell Im afraid youve got me wrong is what I told them on the phone Id sell her my new diary if youd just leave me alone This is all so new to us they wrote me in a note We never thought youd do this, so we put it to a vote I told them not to bother me and then I heard them cry They said that I was low-down, but I never asked them why The keeper of the bank books, his mother and his son Were wanted by the sheriff who himself was on the run The lonely high school teacher and his sister who was ill Thought they knew their whereabouts and put it in their will The day before they died they let it slip by what they said The marshall said they told him they were down beneath my bed My beds hung in the gallery I told him with my voice I sold it just this morning cause I felt I had no choice You couldve heard a pin drop as he called the FBI To say that I was low-down, but I never asked him why The gambler with his broken drum invented cyanide The coroner wouldve sold it, but he died of suicide I was asked to do his portrait on a monday afternoon But I wouldnt buy a canvas till I saw the next full moon Ill do this one for free said I, Its the least that I can do Cause he used to be a quarterback before he sold the zoo The gallery, they were curious bout what the town might say Would he really do a portrait and then do it without pay Their ears were gainst the wall as they heard the gambler sigh And say that I was low-down, but I never asked him why
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 13:29:33 +0000
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