Joe Dolce video poems/songs

Gift (from One Iraqi Child) is an anti-war song which was written the day after the invasion of Iraq. A studio version of this song, with middle eastern zurna and ney, appears on Joe's album, 'The Wind Cries Mary', available through Joe's website.

In the Garden with Monet (sound only)

In the Garden with Monet (lyrics)

 

When the flavour of the month surrounds you,

In fog like sweet perfume,

And it's hard to breathe, it's hard to speak,

It's hard to even gracefully leave the room.

 

And your friends who started out so perfectly,

Have turned into skinny things,

And everybody saying, 'Re-invent the wheel,'

When you've just been trying to grow some wings.

 

Come and listen to some Mozart,

Come and look at Vincent Van Gogh.

Let's re-read the writings of Virginia Woolf

And be scared by Edgar Allen Poe.

Take Ovid to bed with you some night,

Maybe Narcissus might kiss your neck,

And spend the morning in the garden with Monet,

And we'll walk the streets of Paris with Colette.

Work for just a little while as an apprentice to Johan Sebastian Bach.

And look at the stars tonight with Homer

As we sail on pass that Siren's Rock.

 

Popular doesn't mean good,

In fact, the opposite is often true,

Sometimes the most beautiful dreamers

Are only ever seen by the very few.

But these critics keep on criticizing

Some things they can never understand,

When they're lucky just to end up as a footnote

In the biography of a truly creative woman or man.

 

Come and listen to some Mozart,

Come and look at Vincent Van Gogh.

Let's re-read the writings of Virginia Woolf

And be scared by Edgar Allen Poe.

Take Ovid to bed with you some night,

Maybe Narcissus might kiss your neck,

And spend the morning in the garden with Monet,

And we'll walk the streets of Paris with Colette.

Work for just a little while as an apprentice to Johan Sebastian Bach.

And look at the stars tonight with Homer

As we sail on pass that Siren's Rock.

 

The young keep getting younger,

Or I'm just getting old,

I think that I've forgotten how to fit

The square peg in the round hole.

Maybe I'm the older generation now,

Or maybe I don't have one at all,

Or maybe I stared too hard at Michealangelo

And slipped through the cracks of the chapel wall. . .