A nice heart and a white suit and a baby blue sedan,
And I am doing the best that I can.
All the eunuchs, they were standing in rows
singing, "Please stud us out just as fast as you possibly can."
Sad song, last dance and no one knows who the band was
And Henry, you danced like a wooden Indian.
Except this one mattered and I felt it had a spirit
And I shot the story because I didn't hear it that way.

And it's hard to be a human being,
And it's harder as anything else.
And I'm lonesome when you're around,
And I'm never lonesome when I'm by myself.
And I miss you when you're around.
~MM

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4th in a series of lyrically-inspired illustrations during 4th quarter studio art senior year. This one is based on Modest Mouse's "Baby Blue Sedan," and is definitely different from the style I normally use. The letters took a very long time to cut out, and special thanks to ~Sweater for her help.

The small text by the figures reads: "and I'm lonesome when you're around" (left), "and I'm never lonesome when I'm by myself." Interpret this how you will; I'm not even sure what it means.

Acrylics, watercolor paper, newspaper, gel gloss medium on canvas, 18"x20"