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Far above the highest heavens On a throne of crystal light Dwells the God of all creation Rays of wonder crown His might Human voices blend with
His mind is up his sleeve And his talk is make believe Oh, Lord, the man's a fraud He's a flim flam man He's an artist He's a flim flam man He's
The artist, however faithful to his Personal vision of reality Becomes the last champion of the Individual mind and sensibility Against an intrusive
Franklin, is it not true that you're not a christian artist But a secular artist posing as a christian artist? Excuse me Mr. Franklin Remcg his work
and salute him when his birthday comes For Halloween, buy him a trumpet and for Christmas, buy him a gun He's got everything he needs, he's an artist
P! Real artists Fake artists Hot artists Wack artists Hard artists Soft artists I'm addressing all artists I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
Tune me in to the wild side of life I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife Take me to the garretts where the artists have died Show me
and the artist Reflect it in their art They forge their creativity Closer to the heart Yes, closer to the heart Philosophers and plowmen Each must know
suddenly striped His hair blondish and poetic He is less than vinyl perfect His foot is a precise anchor for the husk and vibrance of his voice He is
suddenly striped His hair blondish and poetic He is less than vinyl perfect His foot is a precise anchor for the husk and vibrance of his voice He is
Tune me in to the wild side of life I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife Take me to the garretts where the artists have died Show me
and the artist Reflect it in their art They forge their creativity Closer to the heart Yes, closer to the heart Philosophers and plowmen Each must know
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I helped my good friend's brother Out of trouble when he was in jail I was flush 'cause I got lucky Paid his lawyer and I paid his bail Glad
Yo, think I just found the first artist I'm gonna sign to DTA Records This kid's next, his name is jxdn Hit me back, peace
those people's money? I said art is dead We're rolling in dough while Carlin rolls in his grave His grave His grave This show has got a budget
will We think you have a problem And this problem's made you ill" The artist walks among the flowers Appreciating the sun He's out there all his
Oh, oh my darling Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah The artist pays the price So you won't have to pay If only we would listen To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah The artist pays the price So you won't have to pay If only we would listen To what they have to say
The artist Edgar Speaking about him and his name His art and his poetic journey And how he wants to reach new audiences
to the shore It was in his blood and in his bones Ignored by all the trendy boys in London and in Leeds He might as well have been making toys or strings
something to be involved in, something too big to ignore. It is our function as artists to make the spectator to see the world our way, not his way.
pull up to his mansion alone And don't come in with all that gun play Your artists be taking my swag I wonder if I could come take some of yours
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