The Painter (feat. Tom Kenny)

from Winter by Nick + Noah

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A blue half moon shined its light across a glittering sea, revealing crystals falling softly upon a white, silk landscape. Every so often a school of flakes was swept up by a gust of wind, sailing through the air in spirals. Belle sat on her knees, facing backwards on a red velvet chair. Her arms were crossed, and she rested her little chin on top of them, peering out the window at the shimmering backdrop. Mama helped her bundle up, and she marched outside in her woolen boots and her fluffy pink coat that looked four sizes too big.

While exploring the serene landscape, Belle noticed a strange figure off in the distance. She decided that it was her duty to investigate, and so she walked toward it. As she grew closer, she could make out the figure of a man. He was gripping a paintbrush and seemed to be lost in his canvas. He did not notice Belle until she was very close to him, and he peered up at her as she approached.
“Well hello there, miss…”
Belle looked timidly down at her feet, sneaking quick glances up at the mysterious man.
“Don’t be shy, now! What’s your name, young lady?”
“Hello, Miss Belle. I’m Vincent.”
“Hi Mr. Vincent.”
Belle’s curiosity far outweighed any timidity.
“What are you painting?”
“That train over there, of course!”
“But I don’t see a train.”
“But surely you must, it’s right over there! Come, sit. It must be you are looking from the wrong angle.”
Belle walked closer to the man and he lifted her onto his knee.
“But all I can see is your painting, Mr. Vincent!”
Belle looked around feeling frustrated, trying to peer around the canvas until finally, she gave up and cocked her head around to look at Mr. Vincent.
“But there’s nothing there!” She yelled indignantly.
The painter took his index finger and pointed at the painting. Belle looked where he pointed, yet she saw nothing but a starry sky on the horizon. Then, suddenly, she saw a strange shape emerging from behind the hills. At first it was only headlights and the silhouette of a steam engine, but sure enough, a train seemed to be approaching. She could see many more of the cars now as the train curved around the bend. Little lights shown through the windows and Belle could see people walking about inside.
“But it’s only a picture!” She exclaimed with surprise.
Mr. Vincent smiled.
“Is it? Listen.”
And then, in the not-so-far-off distance, she heard a “Choo, choo!” Belle shivered with excitement.

In a second of disbelief, she reached out to touch the painting, but Mr. Vincent caught her hand and stopped her.
“Now, my dear girl, we must never touch a painting. We must only look into it,” the painter said with a smile, and with that, he began packing up his easel and his brushes, and covered the painting with a tarp.
“Farewell, Miss Belle.”
He took the painting under his arm and with the tip of his hat and a wink, disappeared into the snowy night. However, just as Belle had turned to go home, there came a tremendous roar from beyond the woods. Sure enough, she spun around to find a majestic locomotive barreling toward her.

It continued to advance until it was so close that Belle could see the conductor’s playful grin. She jumped up and down and waved with gusto, tugging her arm down to signal him. He returned her wave with a twist of his mustache, and the train answered with another “Choo, choo!” Belle felt the wind on her rosy cheeks as the train passed by, and she turned around and ran home to tell her mother all about it. “Mama, mama! Look at the train!” she yelled. But when her mother opened the door, the train was already far off in the distance, disappearing into a shadowy tunnel.

When Belle went to sleep later that night, all she could think of was her encounter with the mysterious man and his magical painting. She wondered how such things were possible, and thought that someday, she too would paint stories that could come to life. As she drifted into her dreams, she was sure she heard the sound of a steam engine making its way across the moonlit horizon.


from Winter, released December 15, 2014


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Nick + Noah is a pop duo consisting of Nick Frenay and Noah Kellman. Longtime friends and musical partners, this is their first official collaboration. Not only have Nick and Noah both attended the GRAMMYs, but between the two of them, they have performed in venues across the globe and won awards from ASCAP, Downbeat Magazine, Yamaha, and more. ... more

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