http://www.cherryflava.com/cherryflava/2007/06/the-public-respond-to-the-london-logo.html Trends and Innovation Thu, 09 Feb 2012 04:57:13 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 http://www.cherryflava.com/cherryflava/2007/06/the-public-respond-to-the-london-logo.html/comment-page-1#comment-1098 Cherryflava Wed, 13 Jun 2007 05:30:14 +0000 http://www.cherryflava.dreamhosters.com/?p=856#comment-1098 lol - too true. Classic. lol – too true. Classic.

]]> http://www.cherryflava.com/cherryflava/2007/06/the-public-respond-to-the-london-logo.html/comment-page-1#comment-1097 Jon Wed, 13 Jun 2007 02:45:10 +0000 http://www.cherryflava.dreamhosters.com/?p=856#comment-1097 Reminds me of lyrics to the David Wilcox song "Leave It Like It Is". Now when the paint jar tipped Off of the table You watched as it started to fall Glass popped, shattered and splattered And paint spray hit the wall Bright, blue glossy enamel Across the kitchen floor You said, "Good God, look at that pattern I've never seen that before" Chorus Leave it like it is Never mind the turpentine Leave it like it is Its fine Now when the paint dried You gave it a title You called it "Kitchen Blue" A white frame painted around it And gallery lighting too Rich folks come over to dinner They all want one of their own They say "How much? Who's the artist" And, "My what a beautiful home" Chorus Now most folks suffer in sorrow Thinking they're just no good They don't match the magazine model As close as they think they should They live just like the "paint by numbers" The teacher would be impressed A life-time of follow the lines So it's just like all of the rest Reminds me of lyrics to the David Wilcox song “Leave It Like It Is”.
Now when the paint jar tipped
Off of the table
You watched as it started to fall
Glass popped, shattered and splattered
And paint spray hit the wall
Bright, blue glossy enamel
Across the kitchen floor
You said, “Good God, look at that pattern
I’ve never seen that before”
Chorus
Leave it like it is
Never mind the turpentine
Leave it like it is
Its fine
Now when the paint dried
You gave it a title
You called it “Kitchen Blue”
A white frame painted around it
And gallery lighting too
Rich folks come over to dinner
They all want one of their own
They say “How much? Who’s the artist”
And, “My what a beautiful home”
Chorus
Now most folks suffer in sorrow
Thinking they’re just no good
They don’t match the magazine model
As close as they think they should
They live just like the “paint by numbers”
The teacher would be impressed
A life-time of follow the lines
So it’s just like all of the rest

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