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Judy Collins

Gauguin

 

Gauguin

(альбом: Paradise - 2010)


Gauguin
Tired of the climate in Paris
So critically bleak
And his wife and companions
Who thought he was nothing
But an artistic freak
A most unhappy man

Gauguin
Slept without fire in the winter
And dreamed about Eve
And the garden of Eden

Until he was sure
There was nothing left to leave
Until nothing was pleasing
Nothing made sense anymore

And he took a train down to Marseilles
And went searching for Paradise
Just a little further on
Paradise

You know they'll never miss you til you're gone
I got no more pearls to throw to swine
I cannot turn this water into wine
This bitter cup you offer me will not suffice
So I'm gonna go down and search for Paradise

Gauguin
Got off the boat in Tahiti
With a cargo of freight
And the thieves and the hookers

They were out there to greet him
He was a hundred years too late
And he knew he couldn't stay there
The trade winds were whispering his name

And he sailed without looking back
And went searching for Paradise
Just a little further on
Paradise

You know they'll never miss you til you're gone
I got no more time for fools like you
I got no more fingers for the turning of the screw
I could use some money
But I don't need your advice
So I'm gonna keep searching for Paradise
' Cause I want to paint pictures of Paradise

So he went out to [?]
Past the island of the moon
Out beyond [?]
Where there were no lagoons
Til there were no more islands
No further places
Til at last he found the highlands
Of the desolate Marquesas

Gauguin

He finished his days
With his paints and his brushes
Unconquered and savage
His canvass a place
With visions of heaven
He was never at home in this world

But I guess we're all that way
We're searching for Paradise
Just a little further on
Paradise

You know they'll never miss you til you're gone
How much more of this madness can we take?
Why can't they leave a man alone for heaven's sake?
The reason few are chosen
Is 'cause few will pay the price

So we gotta keep searching for Paradise
If you want to paint pictures of Paradise
You've got to lose yourself to find Paradise
Paradise
Paradise

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