The Galleria from The Wilderness by Jesse DeNatale

THE GALLERIA

It’s springtime
In the Central Park
I think it’s Easter too
Everything is rising up
Like Jesus used to do
And lilac trees and
Yellow bees and a bridge to
Lead the way like maybe
Something you might see
In a painting by Monet
I’m looking up the avenue
Inspired to pretend
I wanna feel like artists do
When they finally do ascend

How you gonna find
How you gonna follow
How you gonna find
And follow your muse
Well baby it’s you
When we’re laughing
In the afternoon
Dancing in the galleria
When we’re laughing
In the afternoon
Dancing in the galleria

It’s Friday night the lamps
Are high there in the studio
The Spanish music’s coming
Up from the little street
Below The model poses on
The couch the paint is
Crimson red she puts the
Rose into her mouth and
Tosses back her head “No
I don’t care just what
They say. They’ve got some
Kind of nerve. You cannot
Service art that way. No
It’s me it’s gotta serve”

Chorus

I’m looking through the
Window pane I’m
Riding on an uptown train
I’m looking for something
That’s true
I’m turning up the sky
And ground I won’t know it
Till its found
But I’m gonna bet it looks
A lot like you.

Oh resurrect and reinvent
And push it through the
Strife Picasso all that time
He spent couldn’t
draw a hand to save his life
Now Jesus steps out
Of the cave says “ Tell me
what’d I miss. ”
He scratched his head
And looked around, said
“Who made all of this?”
Now Art is Nature’s
Harmony It’s work to
Get it done You only
Cross the bridge you see
With fierce imagination.

Chorus

• Americana
• Folk
• Rock
• acoustic
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• California