Immortal
Music: Lyndon Heart
Lyrics: Salome Strangelove
Queen Anne’s lace sways beside a tried old gray highway
Where a cold shoulder separates the pavement from the dirt
I’m reminded of early mornin’ bus rides to grade school
And a teacher in wire rims and a too-tight pencil skirt
Singing out how every good boy does fine
About all our dirty faces
Oh, the secrets at play between those lines and their spaces
And if I were a painter, she would be immortal
A Mona Lisa Still Life on a Starry Starry Night
A Scream or A Kiss, A Nude Descends a Staircase
The Persistence of a Memory in Wire Rims and Too-Tight Pencil Skirt
Or maybe just Immortal
A lovely, everlasting memory
Behind the filling station lies a lazy field of Black-Eyed Susans
And across the way I see a beat-down rusted wire fence
Where a young girl stands against the wind
In a breezy Summer sundress and not much else
Pinning out the wash on a line that’s hung too long
And swung too low
Oh, that look — the kind that doesn’t quite belong and doesn’t know
And if I were a painter, she would be immortal
A Mona Lisa Still Life on a Starry, Starry Night
A Scream or A Kiss, A Nude Descends a Staircase
The Persistence of a Memory in a Summer Dress and Not Much Else
Or maybe just Immortal
A lovely, everlasting memory
Tucked along the Prairie Aster and Five Spot
Are the ones I’ve never met and know so well.
Plain-sight faces no one ever draws upon
Except in watercolor dreams that wash away
And if I was a painter, they’d all be immortal
A Mona Lisa Still Life on a Starry Starry Night
A Scream or A Kiss, A Nude Descends a Staircase
The Persistence of a Memory in a Summer Dress
Lovely and Immortal
In Wire Rims
Oh, just Immortal
All those lovely, everlasting memories