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letra de picturesque - bryce kulak

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yes, in a restaurant downtown
there’s a little man who sits alone without an alibi
you don’t know him from before
but he looks familiar in his gl-sses and his yellow tie

there’s a herring on his plate
and he looks confused about which knife and fork and spoon to use
making circles in the salt, he gives up his will to win and makes a vow to always lose

and his bike is in the lane
slowly rusting in the rain
and he ponders on the years that left him
dancing with a cane

yes, there’s a woman on the wall
in a picture with a mandolin, piano, and guitar
not a relative of yours
but she stares at you, and silently she tells you who you are:

you’re a singer with a band
in the ‘twenties on a brightly shining vaudevillian stage
making circles in the air
with your cane that mark the ending and beginning of an age

and she says that you’re a star
and you just don’t know you are
but you look so disappointed as you’re
driving in your car

yes, there’s a mother on a train
and she watches out the window as she rolls across the plain
she has seen it all before, but she’s hypnotized
by the gentle waving of the grain

she is lonely and she longs
for her daughter, and she pictures her in gingham and in lace
in a locket ‘round her neck
there the innocently smiling girl has found a hiding place

but the innocence is gone
and the train keeps rolling on
and the daughter plays guitar somewhere on
someone else’s lawn

in a restaurant downtown
is a man who’s sitting down
in a picture on the wall
is a girl who knows it all
in the prairie on a train
is a mother with a chain

and the view is picturesque
it’s the backdrop for burlesque
and the play we’re in makes common sin look
less and less grotesque

yes, you’re an actor in a play
in the ‘forties on a brightly shining repertory stage
making circles in the air
with your nose that mark the ending and beginning of an age

and you know that you’re a star
but you won’t admit you are
and you look so melancholic as you’re
driving in your car
your car

- bryce kulak

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