Rothko Chapel in My Bedroom
Liner Notes
For this week's #songsidekicksongcircle @unknownbecky gave the prompt to write a visual song, possibly about a piece of art.
When I first moved to Houston, I spent a lot of time sitting in the Rothko Chapel which was a couple blocks away from my first house. I also loved the shotgun houses that were given to artists to create their own spaces.
When I moved into my New York apartment, I took each closet and gave it to my own inner artists to explore and create. In a lot of ways, that kind of permission to play in an important precursor to the way I try to approach songwriting.
So this ended up being a song a little bit about both pieces, as well as a reminder to myself and whoever else needs to hear it, that I don't need to be good, but just to make stuff that moves me.
#acousticonetake #americana
Lyrics
I’ve got a Rothko Closet in my bedroom
I painted it sample shades of gray
Just like the Rothko Chapel back in Houston
I used to go and I'd sit there, back in the day
My Rothko closet floor’s collaged with pictures
I got Buddhas, clouds and fish in paper blue
I cut ‘em out of cast-off ads and catalogs
To turned other people’s trash into something new
Who decides
Who decides what hangs in some museum
Who decides what they stick in shows
Sometimes, I still go to see ‘em
Mostly I stay home, and I make my own
At some point I ran out of floors and ceilings
That’s when I picked up my guitar
I turn scraps of things into songs I can sing
I decorate the closets where we are
Who decides
Who decides what hangs in some museum
And who decides what they stick in shows
Sometimes, I still go to see ‘em
Mostly I stay home, and I make my own
Here’s the Rothko Closet in my bedroom
I painted all these walls, this garbage gray
They're dark as the Rothko Chapel back in Houston
I used to go and sit there, how I loved to sit there,
When I used to go and just sit there, back in the day
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To turned other people’s trash into something new" and then later turning back into the idea with "garbage gray". The whole theme about running out of floors and ceilings and turning to songwriting. Also the turn of phrase of "i used to go and sit here, how i loved to sit there, when i used to go and just there" is great. The concept you bring up in the liner notes about making the art for yourself is relatable and comes out well with "who decides what hangs in some museum".
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