The Artist by James Hirst

Now paint the picture, let’s see what is left, the missing piece can fill the emptiness.
So stretch the canvas, the ink it will spread, the page is filling like the thoughts in your head.

Frozen in action, the scene is painted red; recall his actions kept locked beneath the bed.
Take satisfaction, your dreams he has fled, watch her reaction of the life that she has lead.

Through the glass, the captured scene is taught,
Dare you ask, the feelings that you sought,
Through the glass, the captured scene is taught,
Dare you ask, the feelings that you sought,
the artists chalk.

Hold up the picture, the scene is painted red; you know the story because it’s flying round your head.
How would you capture, yourself led on the ground, it’s you in the picture, your thoughts, dreams and sounds.

Through the glass, the captured scene is taught,
Dare you ask, the feelings that you sought,
Through the glass, the captured scene is taught,
Dare you ask, the feelings that you sought,
the artists chalk.

• Acoustic
• Ben Howard
• James Hirst
• Pop
• UK
• acoustic guitar
• atmoshperic
• atmospheric
• bbc introducing
• electric guitar
• indie pop
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• unsigned
• United Kingdom