For what they have seen


	For What They Have Seen Watercolours on paper. 100 cms x 70 or so. By Paul D Robertson Available for sale (as diptych with 'Blame Your Green Eyes.')


	The model is my beautiful, kind and talented ex and friend, Kylie. She is way cool. She has a remote control darlek. I mean. That… is cool. Hm – erm finished sometime after Christmas 2007 but not too long cuz I just ate reheated PUDDING which was FANTASTIC even though it is made with suet. Damn. Shouldn’t have thought of that. No really. Damn. Am adding the song that I wrote from whence I took the titles to the two works… and to the diptych that contains them both. I am allowed. I’m special. Like Ralph in The Simpsons. OUR LITTLE DEATHS… (The chords also rock. I will upload the song itself as soon as I get to the point where I can organise recording it.) you nail my guitar to the bedroom wall you lick your lips promise me more take my nail polish, go out to score but I can’t, I won’t help you... anymore. That final appointment waiting in line A scar on the flesh of your inner thigh, A casual promise and a white lie Where the old bridge splits... the hot night sky CHORUS Our little deaths Holding your breath I’ll always be less Always a mess Ill never confess To the cuts on my flesh Or the tears on your dress Are all we have left You carry the heat all bloody and keen Hot with this fever since you were 15 Stones you’ve kept for each lie you have been Blame your green eyes, for what they have seen We kissed on the beach last Halloween. And now we’ll never forget the shit we have seen The hell in the wall the gorgeous machine The tiny mad children that we have both been