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[ti:Portrait In Black Velvet]
[ar:Danny O'Keefe]
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[00:00.000]Portrait in Black Velvet - Danny O'Keefe
[00:08.456]Come with me now into a piece of velvet
[00:12.436]And a plastic painter's daring dance of death
[00:16.405]We'll journey very far into the surface
[00:20.574]Those not used to diving hold your breath
[00:26.494]The lady of my dreams paints scars of velvet
[00:30.253]On the mirror are the words she chose to speak
[00:34.443]And there the heavy hands that hang suspended
[00:37.933]Wrote: The Easter undertaker's laughter breaks
[00:44.483]Painter she cried it's mourning
[00:48.243]She stared like a saint undone
[00:52.223]Painter she cried it's morning
[00:58.282]And we cannot find the sun
[01:12.568]I offered her my cap and tiny shovel
[01:16.178]Saying surely this will hide you from the sun
[01:20.068]I obtained it from a banker in depression
[01:24.178]He was a memory from 1931
[01:30.648]She butchers up her meat in careful quarters
[01:34.297]Knowing the prize at stake is very high
[01:38.337]And she builds a worn cliché into climax
[01:42.207]Knowing she will barely get by
[01:48.647]Painter she cried it's mourning
[01:52.377]She stared like a saint undone
[01:56.416]Painter she cried it's morning
[02:02.526]And we cannot find the sun
[02:08.746]Lady return my dream
[02:16.166]It wasn't free it's not for sale
[02:24.416]Lady return my dream
[02:31.846]And let me go on with the telling of my tale
[02:56.199]Her gentle voice cried quietly to thank me
[02:59.908]It's nothing the hollow answer said
[03:03.877]I let her ride the railroad line to Nowhere
[03:07.627]And left the lost survivor on her bed
[03:13.546]Painter look it's mourning
[03:17.406]She stared like a saint undone
[03:21.335]Painter look it's morning
[03:30.385]And we cannot find the sun
[03:36.415]Lady return my dream
[03:43.745]It wasn't free it held my life
[03:52.175]The portrait ends in a scream
[03:59.905]Two hearts held together with a knife