Bryan Clark: Music/Video

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A social misfit - creates his fantasy world but can't keep the power on. This one was selected for the Newsong Festival in Claymont Court, West Virginia.

Pupil Pen
(2.25.03)

VERSE:
fate draws a crooked circle
can I shape it to a heart
bending hours, with hands, heart, and forehead
and lines from my pupil pen.....

author up a mile of secret gardens
slide rule the moonbeams in
Love is in bloom, all hues in your controlling
frangrances from saint to sin

PRE-CHORUS:
not from the stars can i
pluck a sense of judgement
can't fortune thunder, rain,
or snow
with my trusty pen I can conjure a new world
paper and ink turn to body and soul

CHORUS:
and hey Love can I sway you with Shakespeare?
Ernest Hemingway is out of town
I'm making monuments of intent with misprint
I've never been a builder of fine romance
Just a sheppard on the countryside in a foriegn land

VERSE:
To make the honeyed (golden) sun gleam from your eyes
I write by a forty watt bulb
To fashion jewels that adorn your every feature
I steal from the graveyard some

i'll wheel in skylines handmade for your amusement
Drape the sky in carrilion blue
with my trusty pen I can conjure a new world
paper and ink turn to body and soul

CHORUS:
and hey Love can I sway you with Shakespeare?
Ernest Hemingway is out of town
I'm making monuments of intent and misprint
I've never been a builder of fine romance

BRIDGE:
Just a sheppard on the countryside in a foriegn land
but its time to pay the taxes on emotions again
Writing out bank notes with this empty pupil pen

SOLO:

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