Free Turpentine and Zinc Vintage French Bebop Jazz Song

Song Lyrics

[Verse]
Zinc counter wet with afternoon rainstorm deluge
Brushstrokes drying fast upon stretched linen matrix
He argues sharp across the clattering bistro plates
Your jawline angled like an unsolved geometric proof
Cadmium yellow bleeding through heavy wet impasto
You sit motionless while time dissolves right past us
The canvas cracking under thirty winter seasons
(rack the easel)
(paint it over)

[Verse]
She turns her profile to the steam on windowpane
Spilling dark burgundy across his charcoal sketches
You traded my youth to a gallery in Pigalle
Now pigment flakes away from every sharp contour
Vanishing perspective collapsing into bitter habit
I am no static portrait locked in turpentine
We speak in syncopated bursts above the storm
(strike a match now)
(wipe the zinc clean)

[Bridge]
Cobblestones slick with continuous relentless downpour
Who holds the palette when the varnish turns brittle
A desperate debate on vanishing dimensions
You wanted eternal grace captured in linseed oil
I demanded freedom down the boulevard of rain
Brushes snapped in anger under his trembling thumb
(let it break now)
(time is running)

[Verse]
Zinc counter cold as the Paris afternoon retreats
He draws quick contours on a wet paper napkin
No grand salon will ever host our final argument
Architecture of beauty fading under turpentine wash
You were the fierce muse for a masterwork abandoned
Now just two figures staring through the streaming glass
The bistro empties as the tempo drives away
(pack the pigments)
(leave the frame)