From the recording Present
by Austin Kaufmann
dedicated to Russ Neufeld
Austin Kaufmann | Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Tamiko Rothhorn | Vocals, Cornet
Tim Patterson | Vocals, Bass
Dan Moreno | Percussion
Lyrics
"Matisse" (by Austin Kaufmann)
Speak to me of the line of passion.
Paint in me a sketch of your love,
Of dancing joy and grace so tender,
In blacks and greys and lavender,
Because here I am the great pretender,
Imagining what your brush could render.
Oh Matisse, were I your canvas, oh.
Create on me something beautiful
To cover up the present pain.
Oh Matisse, were I your canvas, oh.
Though a masterpiece I’ll never be,
My color will never wane.
Speak to me of swirling movement,
Of flattened space and simple shapes.
If you’re the figure, I’d be the ground.
Almost content to just be around.
If I’m silence, you’re the beauteous sound
In which I’ve long since begun to drown.
Oh Matisse, were I your canvas, oh.
Create on me something beautiful
To cover up the present pain.
Oh Matisse, were I your canvas, oh.
Though a masterpiece I’ll never be,
My color will never wane.