This is a nice little jazz/pop waltz about an amazing photographer I know...
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Sunshine, flashbulb or halogen,
the light leads her to inner peace.
You can almost feel the shock of oxygen
as each camera click brings sweet release.
the light leads her to inner peace.
You can almost feel the shock of oxygen
as each camera click brings sweet release.
She likes taking pictures—her
world’s a camera lens—
quick photographic raptures, transcending all the trends.
Rock stars, hoods, and hipsters, denizens of cool—
quick photographic raptures, transcending all the trends.
Rock stars, hoods, and hipsters, denizens of cool—
it’s a kick to
take their pictures. This chick is nobody’s fool.
L.A. to London, St. Bart's to
Big Sur,
a never ending blur streams through her aperture.
But in the shutter’s afterglow a shadow is revealed,
a never ending blur streams through her aperture.
But in the shutter’s afterglow a shadow is revealed,
slightly out of focus in her
depth of field.
She loves the game, she loves
the game
of tryin’ to pin life’s moments in a frame.
So day and night, both day and night
of tryin’ to pin life’s moments in a frame.
So day and night, both day and night
she hopes to catch the glow of
natural light.
Windows and shutters and rainbows and fluttering eyes.
Double exposures bring subtle disclosures of lies.
Windows and shutters and rainbows and fluttering eyes.
Double exposures bring subtle disclosures of lies.
When it all fades to blueprint
blue
there’s only one thing left to do…
there’s only one thing left to do…
… with all life’s little
pressures, the things she can’t control,
they will keep her taking pictures to pacify her soul.
they will keep her taking pictures to pacify her soul.
They’ll keep her taking
pictures—there's always one more roll.
Words and Music © 2012 by Lee Charles Kelley
West Sixty Ninth Street Music (ASCAP)
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