ART IN HER BONES

When that title slipped into my mind it was all go and the early verse work felt bluesy with certainly blue notes to sing. The chorus wrote itself around the title with jazz chords. Changing key to the variation was natural enough but quite a long journey back to the verse again. Art in her Bones Out on the left - she’s made it her home Some think she’s weird – and likely getting’ stoned alone But I’m on the hook - just reel me in It’s the art in her bones - that makes her what she seems to be The art in her bones - makes a thrill inside of me Sometimes at night- she wakes from a dream She runs to her paint – got to liberate that scene Then after an hour - she’s layin’ back down It’s the art in her bones . . . She don’t deal with accounts and rates and supermarkets She’s driftin’ through hazy lanes and blocks of colour And something someone said three nights ago She put that friend in embargo Gotta work it through on canvas - then they’ll thaw in a tryst They’ll work it out – those ladies of rhyme They just need the moon – to tell them when the time is right And me I can wait – for that special night When she gives she’s layin over us Starlight curves across her body real – we’re playin’ seals Lazy floppy as the sunlight grows We talk of us as forever – and after that still together Neath the door’s a gentle zephyr Hey let us rise – it’s quarter to one In the café - love our whacky talkie fun The way she sees things – my soul it just sings