Unitopia — Man of Colours

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(Woman speaking: «You know those art galleries
On Fifth Avenue? The prices they charge!
I saw one little picture that cost $50,000!
They call it a-a Cezanne.»
Man speaking: «Cezanne?
Oh, he was a great French painter.
I’d like to own that painting.»
Woman: «You would? For $50,000?»)

There’s a noise upstairs in the attic
It’s the shuffle of worn-out shoes
And the scent of the oil and the brushes
Drifts down like a pale perfume.

And he says: I, I am a man, simple man.
A man of colours
And I can see, see through the years
Years of a man
A man of colours.

And the old man rubs his failing eyes
And takes a moment to watch the view
From a window nobody knows he’s there
He can see the empty street below.

And he says: I, I am a man, a simple man.
A man of colours
And I can see, see through the years
Years of a man
A man of colours.

He says: I keep my life in this paintbox
I keep your face in these picture frames
When I speak to this faded canvas
It tells me I have no need for words anyway.

And he says: I, I am a man, a simple man.
A man of colours
And I can see, see through the years
Years of a man
A man of colours.

He says: I, I am a man, a simple man.
A man of colours
And I can see, see through the tears
Tears of a man
A man of colours.