In the pocket
450 nanometers, no less
495 nanometers, no more
Exists only within these bounds, but functions best outside them
Beyond literal existence
As metaphor, its power increases exponentially
In nature... beautiful
Ah, in art... beautiful, grotesque, timeless, inter-dimensional,
Of deep strength, of wisdom, truth, peace, refined grace, integrity, reverence
It is the throat chakra, and thus communication, free will, understanding, support
In the hands of the Reiki Master... healing
Hah, in Picasso's hands... prostitutes, beggars and drunks
I wonder if the old guitarist has the blues
Its mood is dour and sad
Its music travels locally, from one to four to five
Tells us what happened when you woke up this morning
When you woke up this morning!
The sky
The space beyond the sky
The Earth seen from the space beyond the sky
A color unavailable to Homer, his was a wine-dark sea
A descriptor employed for lack of a four letter word
Conciseness graciously steps aside and cedes to poetry
Sagan's pale dot
A dust speck in space upon which is everything you have ever experienced
Everyone you have ever loved
Astronomical and Infinitesimal
The great equalizer
Blue
But then, colors begin to run, to fade, to bleed
And everything gets fuzzy
450 nanometers, no less
495 nanometers, no more
Exists within these boundaries, but beyond them is where it lives
Mr. Chair - Blue (feat. Buzz Kemper) Lyrics
Mr. Chair - Blue (feat. Buzz Kemper) Lyrics
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In the pocket
450 nanometers, no less
495 nanometers, no more
Exists only within these bounds, but functions best outside them
Beyond literal existence
As metaphor, its power increases exponentially
In nature... beautiful
Ah, in art... beautiful, grotesque, timeless, inter-dimensional,
Of deep strength, of wisdom, truth, peace, refined grace, integrity, reverence
It is the throat chakra, and thus communication, free will, understanding, support
In the hands of the Reiki Master... healing
Hah, in Picasso's hands... prostitutes, beggars and drunks
I wonder if the old guitarist has the blues
Its mood is dour and sad
Its music travels locally, from one to four to five
Tells us what happened when you woke up this morning
When you woke up this morning!
The sky
The space beyond the sky
The Earth seen from the space beyond the sky
A color unavailable to Homer, his was a wine-dark sea
A descriptor employed for lack of a four letter word
Conciseness graciously steps aside and cedes to poetry
Sagan's pale dot
A dust speck in space upon which is everything you have ever experienced
Everyone you have ever loved
Astronomical and Infinitesimal
The great equalizer
Blue
But then, colors begin to run, to fade, to bleed
And everything gets fuzzy
450 nanometers, no less
495 nanometers, no more
Exists within these boundaries, but beyond them is where it lives
450 nanometers, no less
495 nanometers, no more
Exists only within these bounds, but functions best outside them
Beyond literal existence
As metaphor, its power increases exponentially
In nature... beautiful
Ah, in art... beautiful, grotesque, timeless, inter-dimensional,
Of deep strength, of wisdom, truth, peace, refined grace, integrity, reverence
It is the throat chakra, and thus communication, free will, understanding, support
In the hands of the Reiki Master... healing
Hah, in Picasso's hands... prostitutes, beggars and drunks
I wonder if the old guitarist has the blues
Its mood is dour and sad
Its music travels locally, from one to four to five
Tells us what happened when you woke up this morning
When you woke up this morning!
The sky
The space beyond the sky
The Earth seen from the space beyond the sky
A color unavailable to Homer, his was a wine-dark sea
A descriptor employed for lack of a four letter word
Conciseness graciously steps aside and cedes to poetry
Sagan's pale dot
A dust speck in space upon which is everything you have ever experienced
Everyone you have ever loved
Astronomical and Infinitesimal
The great equalizer
Blue
But then, colors begin to run, to fade, to bleed
And everything gets fuzzy
450 nanometers, no less
495 nanometers, no more
Exists within these boundaries, but beyond them is where it lives
Writer: Buzz Kemper
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid