Floods of Florence

Lyrics

Picasso leans out of the window
Looks out on the ghetto changing the shapes he sees
His old friend, El Greco, soon is expected
Now just an echo of Spanish seas
And outside, the people stare
Wondering what's going on in there
Tossing the dice
They pay the price, so they can compare

Chorus:
And the holy works of love and reverence fell before the floods of Florence

The shop girls go out to the galleries spending their salaries
To see if they catch a hold
They meet an old master, like some unknown lover, for some unknown
Reason he's never old
And the auctioneer clears his throat
What am I bid for this bottled boat
A tap on the rail
Sunk with a sail, but soon she's afloat

Chorus

Griffith pulls out his whiskey; the mad room is misty
Covered with yesterdays
The girl is so pretty, she asks for a memory
He touches her knee and she fades away
But the box office line is long
The spectacular show is on
Thirsty for thrills, the fountain is filled
With dreams of the dawn

Chorus

The troubador comes from the country, falls by the factory
Sliding on simple strings
Armed with his anger, he sings of the danger, he senses a stranger is
In the wings
But the fledgling has learned to fly
All the innocence leaves his eye
Echoes explode, rolled from the road
The melody dies

Chorus

Notes

(C) Copyright 1968 BARRICADE MUSIC, INC., New York, N.Y.