Expression demo
Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2021 3:36 pm
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Expression
I was walkin’ with my lady, from a Mexican café
Saw a teen-age kid, in a dimly lit foggy downtown alleyway
Like a boulevard Da Vinci, buncha spray cans at his feet
Stood there in the dust, and he painted us on a canvas of concrete
He’s got somethin’ that he feels
That his spirit can’t conceal
Under cover of the dark
He reveals his secret heart
And it almost borders on obsession
Cos it’s life…cos it’s love
That’s the beauty of expression
Further down the moonlit sidewalk, we heard magic on the wind
Old man by the curb, wove enchanted words with a thrift store violin
There beneath the city’s shadows, I soon took my lady’s hands
As that old man swayed, ev’ry note he played led us in a mystic dance
He’s got somethin’ that he feels
That his spirit can’t conceal
Under cover of the dark
He reveals his secret heart
And it almost borders on obsession
Cos it’s life…cos it’s love
That’s the beauty of expression
We got home and walked inside, feeling like the spellbound night
Had already stripped us bare
There were whispers…there was wine, I was hers and she was mine
As if nothing else was there
We share somethin’ that we feel
That our spirits can’t conceal
Under cover of the dark
We reveal our secret hearts
And it almost borders on obsession
Cos it’s life…cos it’s love
That’s the beauty of expression
Cos it’s life…cos it’s love
That’s the beauty of expression…
©2010 Cameron Earnshaw/Robert George
Expression
I was walkin’ with my lady, from a Mexican café
Saw a teen-age kid, in a dimly lit foggy downtown alleyway
Like a boulevard Da Vinci, buncha spray cans at his feet
Stood there in the dust, and he painted us on a canvas of concrete
He’s got somethin’ that he feels
That his spirit can’t conceal
Under cover of the dark
He reveals his secret heart
And it almost borders on obsession
Cos it’s life…cos it’s love
That’s the beauty of expression
Further down the moonlit sidewalk, we heard magic on the wind
Old man by the curb, wove enchanted words with a thrift store violin
There beneath the city’s shadows, I soon took my lady’s hands
As that old man swayed, ev’ry note he played led us in a mystic dance
He’s got somethin’ that he feels
That his spirit can’t conceal
Under cover of the dark
He reveals his secret heart
And it almost borders on obsession
Cos it’s life…cos it’s love
That’s the beauty of expression
We got home and walked inside, feeling like the spellbound night
Had already stripped us bare
There were whispers…there was wine, I was hers and she was mine
As if nothing else was there
We share somethin’ that we feel
That our spirits can’t conceal
Under cover of the dark
We reveal our secret hearts
And it almost borders on obsession
Cos it’s life…cos it’s love
That’s the beauty of expression
Cos it’s life…cos it’s love
That’s the beauty of expression…
©2010 Cameron Earnshaw/Robert George