City park XXXV

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October in a nutshell: the last burst of colour (yellow, gold and the pinkish red of fuschia), some trees are still green and the long sunrays turn the leaves into a yellow lime green (chartreuse) almost like spring. Towards the end of the month, colours start to fade and the less saturated silver and bistre (greyish brown) become more visible. Hope you enjoy this one, edited on the text of songs from Monk Turners album Kaleidoscope.

Songtexts

Yellow is supposed to be mellow, but I disagree.
Perhaps yellow felt too bright when it first arrived.
The other colors didn't know what to make of her.
Red was Fiery.
Orange was Offbeat.
Pink? Well...you know Pink.
Yellow had to Pale in comparison.
That was the spectrally-acceptable thing to do.
But it's a different time now.
Yellow no longer needs to be mellow.
When we arrive. You will notice.
When we show up. You have been warned.

Gold
[Solid]
When the game is tight
When the heat is on
She's the one you turn to
[Fixin' all the wrongs]
Gold
[Protectin' all your rights]
Solid
Luxury, elegance
no time for 18 karat
she's always in demand
super. gold.
always says can
she's gold
[solid]
Stay golden, baby

Fuschia

I first saw you paint the edges of my sister's hair vibrant
You've been hiding in a garden in South American for centuries
Fuchsia
When they first found you you were striking and breathtaking to behold
Dancing on the feet of women that have nothing left but them and the sunrise

You awake even before the sun does
You are running across the sky with oranges and yellows telling everyone that it's a new day

Chartreuse

First sip:
It’s sucking pickles off the sun,
poison chlorophyll,
spring buds & flu snot -
All I needed was one good excuse.
Didn’t know what I missed till I tasted chartreuse.

It’s grassy beer,
shocked avocado,
lemon-lime shadow —
The perfect shade to guzzle & seduce.
Life is chartreuse.

Chartreuse harlot-grins:
Come with me, run,
we’ll go mouth-to-mouth anytime you choose ...
And I'll thumb a ride —
escape, call a truce —
Forget I’m the careful monk,
the ignorant blissful,
drink it all down thanking god
I’m close, I’m close, I’m close ...

Silver

Silver was told
To just sit there
And
Act refined.

Don’t dare to
Upstage Gold who
Was always solid
And in demand.

But, silver refused
And joined grey who
Walked like a panther
And spoke about
Truth.

Grey led silver
Out
Of the cage
And in
To the light

Where, hand in hand
They paved the path
For freedom
For justice
For silver

Bistre

rarely spoken
barely said

always there in shades of grey
that hang like clouds
like the secret swallow
like the elephant underneath the tongue

a hue
of transition
dissatisfaction
the zenith of questions
before a more predictable
less interesting end

or simply
it is the stain we'd rather overlook
like the day I left you leaving me

in the color of unfinished business
the tincture of the space in between

it is what we were
might be what we'll always be
bistre

The city park playlist, for bingewatching and sneak previews :):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3rghEeqRSvo&list=PL574ofNXZmbieY3QMVttYPQQpRIY4TpUn

Music: https://freemusicarchive.org/music/Monk_Turner/Kaleidoscope

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