Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Chris Port Blog #278. Not everything is painted black...


© Chris Port, June 2011

“I like black. It’s an enigmatic colour, and I’m a cheerful melancholic soul. But if all artists painted only in black… if the world, like a Ford Model T, came only in black… then I suspect I would be depressed. I would start to hate black. It would crush me into a blind ball. Ditto positivism. The world is full of weeping more than I can understand. But, as light bounces off it, I see rainbows. Interestingly, I see black as the absence of colour. Even absence has its place. Even absence of science. Don’t crush every illusion. Some illusions are truer than facts. Not everything is painted black. There’s a reason for that…” ~ Marty Gull

The Rolling Stones: Paint It Black (with lyrics)

The Rolling Stones: Paint It Black (live on TV)

Paint It Black (war footage)

Paint It Black (London Symphony Orchestra version)

Paint It Black
© Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, 1966

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens ev’ryday

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

Hmm, hmm, hmm...

I wanna see it painted black, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah

Hmm, hmm, hmm...

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