Song parody of
Giacometti
by Rowyn Campbell
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His mother looks back at me
Tortured artistry
It brought me up then ran me down
The home is a gallery
It's different when you can see it
It sealed me up then shot me out
And there's terrible things to come
Beautiful things to come
You're thin like a nail
Black paint in the lungs
Peeling away from this Earth to go back home
Your heart's way up there and mine is too
The wall's mostly quiet so
Where else could I ever go
I'm fixed on this one moment
My feet never touch the floor
Shadows in the alcove
Francisco's ghost spoke soft to Giacometti
Beautiful things to come
You're thin like a nail
Black paint in the lungs
Peeling away from this Earth to go back home
Your heart's way up there and mine is too
Don't think I didn't see you
Don't think I didn't feel it
I only feel your spirit and the terrible things to come
Don't think I didn't see you
Don't think I didn't feel it
I only feel your spirit and the shadows in the alcove
Thin like a nail
Black paint in the lungs
Peeling away from this Earth to go back home
Your heart's way up there and mine is with you
His mother looks back at me
Tortured artistry
It brought me up then ran me down
The home is a gallery
It's different when you can see it
It sealed me up then shot me out
And there's terrible things to come
Beautiful things to come
You're thin like a nail
Black paint in the lungs
Peeling away from this Earth to go back home
Your heart's way up there and mine is too
The wall's mostly quiet so
Where else could I ever go
I'm fixed on this one moment
My feet never touch the floor
Shadows in the alcove
Francisco's ghost spoke soft to Giacometti
Beautiful things to come
You're thin like a nail
Black paint in the lungs
Peeling away from this Earth to go back home
Your heart's way up there and mine is too
Don't think I didn't see you
Don't think I didn't feel it
I only feel your spirit and the terrible things to come
Don't think I didn't see you
Don't think I didn't feel it
I only feel your spirit and the shadows in the alcove
Thin like a nail
Black paint in the lungs
Peeling away from this Earth to go back home
Your heart's way up there and mine is with you
