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c 2016 by Heidi Wolfson
Heidi Wolfson- Vocals, guitar
Art Cohen- Vocals, Guitar, bass
Steve Lessick- Vocals, drums
Recorded and Produced by Art Cohen
Vocal arrangements and production by Steve Lessick
Recorded at Alpenhof Studio, Media PA & The Accident Factory

Lyrics

Girl With A Mandolin
Heidi Wolfson
Feb. 2015

Hanging in a corner, in the outermost Eastern wing
In a Cubist parade, is a girl with a mandolin
Pointing her face, all angles and chins to the floor

She doesn’t stand out, not in the shape she’s in
Her overdrawn fingers wrap completely around the strings
The museum is quiet; her music is a show to be ignored

Chorus
It is starry night that they gather round
Just a landscape, in an empty town
The crowd can’t get enough of him
He is tranquil and dark and so soothing
And she plays
And she plays
And she plays
Her mandolin

Being stripped of her clothing is humiliating
Year after year, in this crowded museum
She sits on a rectangle waiting for her life to begin

They stop for a moment, then walk on past her
The mamas sweep the babies around the corner
Anticipating something more exciting than her muted yellow expression

CHORUS

Sometimes she feels like such an abstraction
She tries her best to fade into the background
In a certain light, just before night
You can’t see her at all

She knows that the world perceives her as two-dimensional
She wants to cry out but she has no defense
Day after day, year after year, she just plays her mandolin