"Crayon Girl" by Ryan Scott Oliver 

Mom: Are they arms or feathered wings? Daughter: *Yes*

When I was five I drew my mom a picture, I brought it to her room so she could see She said it was the neatest bird the sky had ever seen, I said mom that's not a bird at all, its me. And she said hun, what are these things? Are the arms or feathered wings? Then she said it was good, but she said it cause she should. She never understood. In my mind there is a picture, of a little crayon girl With a crayon house, and a crayon family. In my little crayon picture of my giant crayon world You have no doubt, that crayon girl was me, I wanted out, out, out of my head and onto paper. Out, out, out of my head. In college I enrolled in painting classes, My teacher said my work was "avant-garde", When I asked him what that meant, he struggled for the words, And you know its never good when they think that hard. And he said well, this all looks nice I'm just not sure I would look twice, Then he gave me an A, well for effort anyway, And I thought well okay. In my mind there is a painting of an oil woman's work, With an oil way and an oil subtlety, In my abstract painting, everything makes sense, in multi-hue tratic harmony. And I wanted out, out, out of my head, and on to canvas. Out, out, out of my head. And now I'm in a world of starving artist, I'm losing weight and trading hope for spite, I recall my mother warning me that paint won't pay the bills, And you know it really sucks when your mom is right. Because not one piece has sold, and the excuses are getting old, Think I should throw it all away, toss the crayons, oil, and clay Cause so far what good are they? Its what everyone seems to say. In my mind there is a story, of an artist carved from stone, Working for whatever fortune brings, Hey mom you know that story, of that little crayon girl? When I was five I gave that girl her wings. Now she's flying out, out, out of my head, and shes not listening. Out, out, out off my head, no she can't hear you. Out, out, out of my head. Out of my head. Fly girl, doesn't matter what they say.

I just don't know how it could get any better than this. Perfection - from the music to the lyrics to the vocals and Lindsay's stunning performance - perfection.

I love this women!! She sings like a goddess! And I absolutely love her in Ballad of Sara(h) Berry!!

OMG FLY GIRL foreshadowing to Elphaba :) Lindsay is so, so amazing!

Hi Maura! You can find all sheet music for this and my other tunes at my website/ store!

I just can't get this song out out out of my head!

fly girl lol foreshadowing

A counselor at my music camp sung this, and since then I have loved this. Someday I hope to sing it.

So effortless and beautiful!

As an artist, I get it

Wow, this song is beautiful. I would love to sing this! Next on my list :)

I am so obsessed with this! Absolutely amazing. The song and performance are both perfection.

She said FLY GIRL :-)

I love this music! It is amazing! and Lindsay Mendez has such a strong and beautiful voice!

This is so great

LOVE THIS.

4:13!!! So amazing

FAVORITE!

Absolutely stunning lyrics, melody and performance! Way to go!

Everything about this piece and performance is great.

great song. great performer. Loved it!!

I get so lost, wow flawless

Wow.

STAR

next itunes number 1... i think so... if it goes on itunes ever!!!!

LINDSAY MENDEZ!!!!!!!!!!!

L.O.V.E...

@rightmindoriginals It is! Email my assistant for it! Go to the "Contacts" page of my site for more info.

when I was five I gave my mom a picture And I took it to her room so she could see She said it was the neatest bird a sky had ever seen I said Ma that's not a bird at all that's me But she said Hun what are these things, are they arms or feathered wings? Then she said it was good, But she said it 'cause she should She wished she'd understood

Is it possible to watch this whole musical somewhere? or are there just some of the songs on you tube? but I think it is awesome :D

Anyone know where I can find the soundtrack for the rest of the musical?

Or Ms. Mendez's voice. Geez!

How can one obtain the sheet music for this song? It's absolutely stunning and I'd love to sing it!

In my mind there is a story of an artist made of stone working for whatever fortune brings Hay Ma, you know that story of that little crayon girl when I was five I gave that girl her wings she's flying out out out of my head and she's not listening out out out of my head no she cant hear you out out out of my head out out out of my head fly girl, it doesn't matter what they say sorry if there are any spelling mistakes :S and it being backwards :S

So like, I don't exactly understand the meaning of this song. Does it mean she'll keep doing art since she loves to do it no matter what people say? Does she kill herself when she says the crayon girl is out and she's not listening to what her mom's saying?

In my mind there is a picture of a little crayon girl With a crayon house and a crayon family In my little crayon picture of my giant crayon world You'd have no doubt that crayon girl was me And I want it out out out of my head And on to paper out out out of my head In collage I enrolled in painting classes My teacher said my work was Avent-Guard when I asked him what that meant he struggled for the words and you know it's never good when they think that hard

And he said well this all looks nice I'm just not sure I would look twice But he gave me an A, for effort anyway And I thought well OK In my mind there is a painting of an oil woman's work With an oil way and an oil subtlety In my abstract oil painting everything makes seance IN multi-hue triadic harmony I want it out out out of my head and on to canvas out out out of my head

And now I'm in a world of starving artists I'm loosing weight and taking hope for spite I recall my mother warning me that paint wont pay the bills and you know it sucks when your mom is right because not one thing has sold And the excuses are getting old Think I should throw it all away, toss the oils paint and clay? 'cause so far what good are they It's what everyone seems to say