jazzpop, Ballad Pleudoniem
Mural

The song below was recorded with an electric standup bass. It's the first time I've ever posted anything recorded with such an instrument, and it was a bit of a challenge to get it all right. I hope you like the song.

Mural

Blades for a thought
Like a flickering flame
As the wall is a canvas
In an uncertain frame
Sweating colours and shapes
Indecisively made
Squeezing oil

The tale
As it’s now being told
The result of a broil
that is there to unfold

A turpentine flows
From repetitive strokes
Like a meroles feet
in the unbearable heat
As it runs for the shades
And colours the tracks
In impatient paroles
To the sun.

Talk to me ghosts
From the words that I wrote
On the faces of tiles
They’re like tags quickly sprayed
And their ink hasn’t dried
And I’m reading
And I’m barefoot

Talk to me ghosts
Talk to me ghosts

I’m hoping to find
Just that touch of the kind
That I might recognise
As a picture I’m in
Or somebody I know
Inconclusively so
Like a whispering foil

The shades
Make perpetual moves
They go where they please
In an absurdist show

The mural insists
That I now brush some shapes
Like a Peringuey’s swings
As the current she brings
To the dead sand
Adds a life to the bricks
In impatient paroles
To the sun