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Draw Me A Picture
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My young son is a bit of an artist...scary-good, actually. And he'd rather spend his time sketching that just about anything else. His drawing are a window into his mind...and a connection to me. This is his song.
grand rapids mi tim perry timothy a perry timothy perry
Acoustic, acoustic rock, modern folk, country folk
I'm more of a songwriter than a performer...it's the creative writing process I love. This is a collection of basement song demos I've assembled over the past few years. Most are pretty simple & straightforward, usually a couple of acoustic guitar tracks and vocal. I'll be adding songs as time allows. They tend to be family or nature-oriented, and focus on parenting, family life and related foibles. Hope you're into it. Also, I do commercial voice overs. If you're in need of a smooth baritone voice with distinctive tone and balance, I'd be yer guy. ;-) You can find me online at VoicesOnCall.com & Voice123.com. I'm also a freelance advertising/marketing copywriter, broadcast producer and strategist. Stop by my www.timperrycreative.com if you're so inclined! and Audio Production for Any Size Project
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Guitar
Charts
Peak #2,413
Peak in subgenre #93
Author
Tim Perry
Rights
2001
Uploaded
January 12, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
My young son is a bit of an artist...scary-good, actually. And he'd rather spend his time sketching that just about anything else. His drawing are a window into his mind...and a connection to me. This is his song.
Lyrics
Draw Me A Picture Timothy A. Perry © June 19, 2001 Verse 1: Young boy fast asleep, while pictures roam his mind. Young boy dreamin’ deep, hoping he will find, A way to get the pictures down, just the way he sees. With a freshened point on his Ticonderoga Number 3. Verse 2: As his eyes grow open, and greet the light of day. Images that shape his dreams grow dim and fade away. He rubs his face, lets out a yawn, shakes off the mornin’ chill. He’s drawn into this sunny day, like ink into a quill. Chorus: Draw me a picture, Plain...in black and white. Draw me all the things that make a difference in your life. There may come a day when I can’t read the way you feel. So, draw me a picture, and keep this magic real. Verse 3: The hand that holds the pencil is the hand that brings to life Drawings of important things like birds and snakes and mice. Rabbits, bugs and running streams, little boy toys but grown up dreams. With a freshened point on his Ticonderoga Number 3. Verse 4: From the moment young boy rises and lifts himself from bed. To the time he lets go of the day, lays down his weary head. Pencil, paper, pink eraser, ready to engage. To make the bridge from fantasy to pictures on a page. Chorus: So...draw me a picture, Plain...in black and white. Draw me all the things that make a difference in your life. There may come a day when I can’t read the way you feel. So, draw me a picture, and keep this magic real.
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