Yellow Pages & Purple Pansies Music & Lyrics by David Greathouse Copyright 2001, Sourdough Music I was emptying the space where you took your final rest In the corner of your bedroom at a cluttered folding desk And though I don't recall the details, to this I can attest... It was a mess There were toothpicks, felt tips, paper clips and glue A mason jar of brushes sporting years of spattered use Rubber bands, sequins and a razor blade or two A wooden plaque upon a stack of fancy paper that you used A ball of yarn, a box of beads and a arsenal of tools A cigar box of scissors and little wooden spools On a pile of colored paper in some kind of sticky goo A big blue box of little drawers housed the sorted sort of tid-bit Labeled "Thumbtacks", "Glue Sticks", "Cotton Balls", "Velcro Strips" and "Q-Tips" There were magic markers, tempra paints and watercolor tins And boxes inside boxes to keep other boxes in And at the bottom of the back beneath the desk in that small room Sat forty some-odd phone books; white and yellow pages too Yellow pages full of purple pansies, Johnny Jump Ups, and Queen Anne's Lace Only remnants of a memory from another time and place Those were the days, I heard me say... A fixture of my childhood - long, scenic trips across state lines From the North down to the Southlands with less urgency than time "Wake up and brush your hair, we're gettin' close - we're almost there" And she'd be waiting there to greet us, with something fine to feed us, every time ...
Keywords: original, acoustic, guitar, vocal, song, songwriter
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