Art Basement

When I arrived at John's apartment this afternoon the only portion of Art Basement I had written was the chorus. John handed me a piece of paper and a pen. I took his implied suggestion and cranked out three stanzas while he was creating the musical backing. And then we recorded it:

The shading is so subtle

That the rinse will disappear

Paint the burghers in the clink

And the villains in the clear

Let me take you to my art basement

We’ll mix some colors in my art basement

We’ll surf the zeitgeist in my art basement

We’ll start a movement in my art basement

A symbol’s just another way

Of sifting through the mire

Like a golden cup of malice

That’s been purified by fire

Let me take you to my art basement

We’ll mix some colors in my art basement

We’ll surf the zeitgeist in my art basement

We’ll start a movement in my art basement

What’s there is never frozen

Into reveries of crime

When the hand that wields the brush

Moves outside the bounds of time

Let me take you to my art basement

We’ll mix some colors in my art basement

We’ll surf the zeitgeist in my art basement

We’ll start a movement in my art basement