Fortress of the Pearl

Gloomy, quiet and lonely

As usual, you know

I’m painting the summer of ‘72

In sparkling midwinter snow

I’m looking at another landscape

Suspended in eternity

And as young lovers on the bench in the park

I can see you and me

When we were in love and free

But that was a different reality

Suspended in eternity

It ain’t really you

It ain’t really me

The towers of misery

Have clouded my life and the sun

I tried to get so high

But I landed right back underground

The only place for me to find

Some peace of mind

In the underground

My lovely underground

We ain’t around, not anymore

No we ain’t around

I tried to paint the summer of ‘72

I tried to paint its colors true

But sitting lifeless in front of bleak paper

Is all that I can do

It seems my landscape is overshadowed

With visions, mirages and flames

The only thing that I could paint now

Would be the Fortress of the Pearl

But who cares?

Who really cares?