Gertrude Stein - Ed Askew

a rose is a rose, is a rose, is a rose

and i am walking down the street

i’m brushing the hair out of my face

so i can see

the handsome youth standing on the corner

waiting for a bus

he’s having an argument with his girl

i hope that they make up.

a rose is a rose, is a rose, is a rose

what was that all about?

i heard about it in art school

and thought i’d look it up

Gertrude Stein would write all night

in the morning, Alice would type it up

and in the evening they would take there little dog

and go see Picasso and Dora Maar

Gertrude Stein would write all night

in the morning, Alice would type it up

and in the evening they would take there little dog

and go see Picasso and Dora Maar

a rose is a rose, is a rose, is a rose

i’m living in new york

i like the big streets and the big buildings

it’s a great place to walk

but some times i’d like to go to a lonely beach

and just sit on the shore

and not think about the 60s or the 70s

just not think at all