Blue Period Blues

Words and music by Bill Price

He met her at the Louvre - his love he tried to prove
Cupid stuck him like a dart, dart, dart
So he played the painter part, part, part
But all she would ever say is "Do you call that art?"

She inspired every stroke but bohemians go broke
So he painted in the dark, dark, dark
But he painted from the heart, heart, heart
But all she would ever say is "Do you call that art?"

He's got the blue period blues
The blue period blues

Determination never ceased to give her his masterpiece
But the canvas got stark, stark, stark
He was looking for a spark, spark, spark
But all she would ever say is "Do you call that art?"

Like a nude descending stairs, she blew right out of there
Knocked the apples from his cart, cart, cart
Knocked him back to the start, start, start
But all she would ever say is "Do you call that art?"

He's got the blue period blues
The blue period blues

He's got the blue period blues
He's got those blue period blues

He's got the blue, blue period blues
He's got those blue period blues

© 2009 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)