3:27 of Power Pop Love for Modernist icon Lee Miller. #2 in an occasional series of songs about women we adore. Bob Kingdon: Lead and Rhythm Guitars, Backing Vocals. Eric Daum: Keys, Drum programming and Lead and Backing Vocals.
progressive
britpop
power pop
girls
bob kingdon
transatlantic
eric daum
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Story behind the song
Lee Miller was a Model, Photographer, Femme Fatale, and War Correspondent. Lady Penrose, wife of Roland Penrose, lover and colleague of Man Ray, confident of Cocteau and Picasso, she was a beautiful enigma and elegance in the face of horror. Discovered by Conde Nast, she was the first model on the cover of Vogue, years later she photographed the war in Normandie and the liberation of Buchenwald and Dachau as a correspondent for Vogue.
Lyrics
Dear Miss Miller
Dear Miss Miller Could I take a photograph of you
Hey Miss Miller, what exactly are you going through?
Dear Miss Miller, Could you take a photograph of me
Hey Miss Miller, we're hanging out in Gay Paree
Who are you now (on the cover of a magazine)
Who are you now (Off to France, to make the scene)
Hey Miss Miller, Taking pictures with Man Ray
While you were dancing, What did Picasso say?
Dear Miss Miller, You're overexposed
Face the Camera, Would you strike this pose
Who are you now (Champagne and Benzedrine)
Who are you now (People see who they want to see)
Hypnotize Me
Solarize Me
Surrealize me
Just surprise me
Hey Miss Miller Soaking in Der Fuher's bath
You're so pretty Just once I'd like to see you laugh
Hey Miss Miller Can I wash between your toes
Hey Miss Miller I'd like to kiss your nose
Who are you now (Shooting Pictures of The war)
So who are you now (Wonder who you do it for)
So who are you now (People see who they want to see)
So who are you now (You're such a mystery)
So who are you now (You could you be my muse)
So who are you now (I can see that you're not amused)
So who are you now (In a Film by Jean Cocteau)