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An Artist

Ain't Goin' Down to the Well

Tom Waits

Brawlers

Well they call me William The Pleaser
I sold opium, fireworks and lead
Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers
When the shadows get long I'll be

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Lucinda

Tom Waits

Orphans (Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards)

2006

Well they call me William the Pleaser
I sold opium, fireworks and lead
Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers
When the shadows get long I be

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my teach

Lucinda
An artist and Warrior

She's taking the time
Taking the space
To rest her busy mind

Rest and retreat
Love and restore
I'm not

Good artists copy great artists steal

Who Designed the Snowflake

Rod Stewart

Blood Red Roses

introduced the oceans to the earth

Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist

(You Dun Stomped) My Heart

John Denver

Rhymes & Reasons

1969

sortta stomped on [(high) s/b my] Aorta
 You started going out with guys
 I felt us [(drum) s/b drift] apart
 And every step you took
 Was a stomp upon

Lucinda

Randy Newman

Lonely at the Top: The Studio Albums 1968-1977

2017

Flattening down the sand

Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda
Got to run away
That big white truck is closin' in
And we'll get wounded if we stay

Now Lucinda lies

lady when I tell her
The I do indeed love to smell her
Sopping wet your pink umbrella
Do the dog with Isabella

I'm so in love yes with an artist