WOMAN IN THE RED DRESS Words and music by Lenny Solomon

© 2000,2004 L. Solomon

 

Trembling desperation, in every word he spoke

Near and far off places, visions he’d invoke

Of people who had fallen, of his life still in spin

All made up his universe, the play that he was in

 

His tale of Barcelona, when he was on the drunk

Knives were flashed, chips were cashed, thought his ship was sunk

He sailed the seven oceans, walked the Serengeti Plain

He served up a litany, longer than a train

 

The woman in the red dress, loved his poetry

Closed her eyes, moved side-to-side, to his verbal imagery

To the woman in the red dress, words weren’t pleasantries

They were the themes that formed the dreams of her memories

 

Now it’s early springtime, there’s still a touch of frost

She’s hot to hear tonight, what he’s won and lost

To her it makes no difference, he’s never been to Spain

She just loves to listen, to his passionate refrain

 

The woman in the red dress, loved his poetry

Closed her eyes, moved side-to-side, to his verbal imagery

To the woman in the red dress, words weren’t pleasantries

They were the themes that formed the dreams of her memories

 



last updated: Tue Jan 23 11:59:43 2007 solomon_AT_harvard.edu