The Painter's Song

A song and lyrics, with thoughts on the arts and agendas

Photo by Jelleke Vanooteghem on Unsplash

This piece is a “song” after all, so here’s a rough demo I put together while visiting family in the UK. Listen along as you read, if you wish:

[Verse 1]
I saw the portraits in the gallery today.
They captivate me differently the same way every day.
Oh how I wish to stroke every mark and every sway,
just to know what emotion was in motion on that day.

Just to know what devotion the painter had to say.

[Verse 2]
And thus I came back to my easel and my brush,
wondering the wonder in my mind that just wont shush.
Should I make the viewer of this exploration blush,
oh I know I'd be somewhere like Heaven in the rush.

Just to know I've devotion to make the roses lush.

[Chorus]
I can see the green and feel all that it means.
I can feel the hues of your darkest blues.
Give me red for love, give me red for all your pain,
so I can paint a picture of you.

[Verse 3]
I saw the boats rowing up, going down the stream in streams.
And on the riverbank was a painter that it seemed
was crying, for his eyes had brought to him to such idyllic scenes
and the tears coursed the bristles to make art beyond his dreams.

Wish I'd known what devotion was tearing at his seams.

[Verse 4]
And thus I came back to my easel and my brush,
wondering the wonder in my mind that just wont shush.
Should I make the viewer of this exploration blush,
oh I know I'd be somewhere like Heaven in the rush.

And I'd know I've devotion to make the roses lush.

[Chorus]
I can see the green and feel all that it means.
I can feel the hues of your darkest blues.
Give me red for love, give me red for all your pain,
so I can paint a picture of you.

[Bridge]
Give me yellow for something mellow and purple for the haze,
and amber for the energy you channel in your veins.
The murkiness in you needs black and white to form the greys,
so I can paint a picture of you.

[Verse 5]
And thus I stood back to take in my art.
I still had to fight off the perfectionism's start.
But after that I realised what tore my life apart
had departed through the artistry and helped to mend my heart.

The Painter’s Song ~ Lyrics by Tom Shaw

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A song from a poet? Absolutely.

This is a piece that very much came to me (rather than me coming to it) across a couple of train journeys between different engagements and commitments. I enjoyed the experience of writing and imagining both a song - a medium I’ve not worked with for a while. If you’re a musician and want to do something with this piece, you are very welcome to. I only ask that you give me a writing credit and send me the finished piece when you’re done, so I get to enjoy listening to it too!

Although I enjoyed not commenting on current affairs when making this piece, in contrast to some of my other works, it did (perhaps ironically!) lead me to reflect on the use of art for political means and social engineering in recent times, and where we might be headed going forward.

The state of the arts broadly seems to be in a peculiar place. In terms of music, the artists that get promoted across the airwaves are crafted to push particular agendas - as more and more musicians within the industry are now openly talking about. Physical art is not immune to this same phenomenon either, although the denigration of the medium has been far more subtle in my eyes. Beginning with a devaluation of the beauty of classical styles of art, most of the agenda-pushing seems to come more from galleries wanting to curate particular pieces to push certain agendas.

I’m far more skilled in (and called to pursue!) prose and lyrical arts than I am in physical arts - which allows me to have even more awe for those who are creating great physical art. Artists like Bob Moran continue to use art for great satirical purposes, while my good friend

Leon Earl

uses his skills to create inspiring pieces for

Dr M Trozzi

’s “Wins of the Week” series. I know what I can do with my medium - and I felt something fitting about crossing over into song, with a piece about painting, to speak to how all different art forms have their place in creating the canvas that inspires our lives, so to speak.

Moreover, with the prevalence of anti-human ideas, I see a vital need for art that reminds us of the beauty of human flourishing. I’ll link two videos below, one from Jordan Peterson and one from

Charles Eisenstein

, which both make the case for the pursuit of beauty in the art and acts we perform in the world.

Of course, it’s one thing creating art, and another thing entirely to work out how best to share it. I operated a hybrid free/paid model for some time with my Substack content, before switching to all content being fully free. I write the pieces I create on here, first and foremost, because the process of creating them is in itself a valuable exercise for me. Having a paywall for some of this content has come from a scarcity mindset I have eternally battled with that screams that I *need* to do that, because I can’t afford to spend so much time creating these pieces when I could be doing something far more financially lucrative to ensure I can eat tomorrow or have a bed.

What I’ve come to learn in recent times is that narrative I’ve created for myself is bullshit. I’ve been increasingly humbled by the number of people who’ve given me tips and contributions both through some of my workshops and through some of my efforts with Over To The Youth. And many of you have told me directly what these pieces have done for you in a way that money can’t always quantify.

I’m learning to trust that, in the pursuit of what I know instinctively to be good, beautiful, true and worthwhile, that the universe will provide me with what I need from its endless abundance. This really hit home to me in the recent fundraiser with Over To The Youth and when listening to Brian Scott’s exploration of the Ten Laws of Abundance.

Giving It All Away

Admittedly, this remains difficult to do in a culture that doesn’t always value those who go against the grain in order to help out his fellow human beings. With this in mind, I’d like to close with a poem from another poet, Alfred Lord Tennyson, who battled with this in his time. Click the image below to read the Note I wrote about this in full:

Thank you for taking the time to read this piece. I hope it inspired something within you.

With gratitude,

Tom