Mazarine
"A deep purplish blue derived from cobalt, mazarine falls somewhere between hyacinth, sapphire and cyanine. Historically, this distinctive colour has been associated with textiles (particularly academic dress) and ceramics, but how or why it came to be known as mazarine is up for debate with two etymologies often cited (Ward, 2015)."
Reference:
https://www.toa.st/magazine/the-story-of-colour-mazarine.htm
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[Verse 1]
Words of magenta, and you blew the smoke in my face
And I think you meant it and wanted me to have that embarrassing blush on my face
[Pre-chorus]
I’ll say it again, you made me a detached alien because when I think about it
I’ve only ever had two friends, that I’ve trusted
You have me feeling abducted in the worst kind of way
And you know what they say, it’s not easy being green
But my days have been filled with sad spells of a dark mazarine
[Chorus]
I didn’t dream of such a melancholic place
With listerine and alcohol as my saving grace
If they wake me up and take me up tonight
I’ll be closer to the highlighted tie-dye in the sky
I wish I could tie-dye mine
And fly in the chardonnay tinted sunrise
That spill pastel painted limes in clear tequila rain times
Would you even notice my true colors before I died?
Or will you ever only see me in black and white?
[Verse 2]
I gave you a clue in pink and blue, but you won’t read all the hues
Because I’m a walking rainbow, and all the people here have told me,
“Follow the yellow brick road” and pretend to act like they know me
And I’ve always hoped to find myself or my way back home
But from their wishes I could tell that if I left the gold
I’d leave everything that I’ve ever known
But I’d be left to roam, on my own
Free to dance with the gypsies
[Chorus]
I didn’t dream of such a melancholic place
With listerine and alcohol as my saving grace
If they wake me up and take me up tonight
I’ll be closer to the highlighted tie-dye in the sky
I wish I could tie-dye mine
And fly in the chardonnay tinted sunrise
That spill pastel painted limes in clear tequila rain times
Would you even notice my true colors before I died?
Or will you ever only see me in black and white?
[Pre-chorus]
I’ll say it again, you made me a detached alien because when I think about it
I’ve only ever had two friends, that I’ve trusted
You have me feeling abducted in the worst kind of way
And you know what they say, it’s not easy being green
But my days have been filled with sad spells of a dark mazarine
© Erika Poling 2020
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