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Ennui


Artist: James Johnston
Artist's Description
Oscar Wilde said that "...art imitates life", but what happens when art replaces life? What is left?

Genre(s): Pop, Acoustic Pop
Mood(s): Dreamy, Introspective
Style(s): Ballad
Language(s): English
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Extended License:$200.00

Ennui

By James Johnston
VERSE
The spotlights and the footlights embrace me again
If all the world’s a stage, then color me a friend
I dream, I cry, I mystify with every song
I play in the round surrounded by tout le monde

Oh, my medium, my island, my oasis
I drink in the light while nighttime dims their faces
By chance I see you there, my brilliant star just over there
The final curtain reappears…

Chorus
Ennui…
The open space that’s left for me to face again
Like empty bottles tossed aside just as the party ends
I peel back their labels as I stare each one down
Another Bordeaux disappears… into... ennui

VERSE
I love this cabaret that you’ve created
Every moment celebrated
Perfectly posed and portrait painted
Isn’t that the way life should be?

(I envy) How mantle candles sway as they glow
How their flames don’t leave a shadow
Their soft, silent, light legato
Here, the dark can’t corner me…until…
CHORUS
Ennui…
The open space that’s left for me to face again
Like empty bottles tossed aside just as the party ends
I peel back their labels as I stare each one down
Another Bordeaux disappears… into... ennui

VERSE
The reds and whites are bright, My Love
Complex, but so am I tonight, My Love
The sky, the sun. the clouds, right above
Reminders of our center stage and beauty of…

Oh, the life I’ve rediscovered:
Our table pours a canopy of colors
They rain down on one another
Where does the rainbow end?

CHORUS
Ennui…
The empty place that waits for me as you leave again
We danced our crazy caravan but when the journey ends
I pull up my tent stakes and I lay this body down
The shimmered spotlight disappears… into… ennui

Outro
Ennui…
The open space that’s left for me to face again
(The empty place that waits for me as you leave once again)
Like empty bottles tossed aside just as the party ends
(We danced our crazy caravan, but when the journey ends)
I peel back their labels as I stare each one down
(I pull up my tent stakes and I lay this body down)
Another Bordeaux disappears…
(The shimmered spotlight disappears) …into… ennui

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