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Oxford Town, Oxford Town Everybody's got their heads bowed down The sun don't shine above the ground Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town He went down
Oxford Town, Oxford Town Ev'rybody's got their heads bowed down The sun don't shine above the ground Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town He went
You left your typewriter at my apartment Straight from the tortured poets department I think some things I never say Like, "Who uses typewriters
of this effort is I want to suggest two propositions The first one is that the poets, by which I mean all artists Are the only people who know
I am a pop artist so my medium is Public opinion and the world is my canvas 'I’m sorry' is something that you can Use a lot it gives You
You left your typewriter at my apartment Straight from the tortured poets department I think some things I never say Like, "Who uses typewriters
I wrote this song for Louise Nevelson, the sculptor, Also Billie Holiday, and a group of kick-ass women artists. Sappho was a poet Billie was
of Fine Arts, dr west Dr kanye West: I’m sorry That was just my opinion I am a pop artist so My medium is public opinion and The world is my canvas "I’m
ambition bites the nails of success Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief Over love
Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches So they nominate 'em, get 'em
been to Oxford Town (All's well) No I have not been to Oxford Town Toll the bell Pay the private eye (All's well) 20th century dies
ambition bites the nails of success Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief Over love
The artist, however faithful to his Personal vision of reality Becomes the last champion of the Individual mind and sensibility Against an intrusive
An Artist
My only weapon is my pen And the frame of mind I'm in I'm a songwriter A poet I'm a songwriter A poet And the things I flash on everyday They all
a poet, so that I could express, What I, what I like to say, I wish I was an artist, so that I could paint a picture Of how I feel, how I feel today,
a poet so I could express What I'd, What I'd like to say, yeah I wish I were an artist so I could paint a picture Of how I feel, of how I feel today
the stitches, Hell's Kitchen I'm throwing dishes This is spoken wisdom as I Journey a poet's mission I'm up lifting, my flow is gifted Should come with a bow
The artists and the poets fill up every jail Before I held a rifle I held an artist's brush Before Tiananmen I even dreamed of love Ah, I was seventeen
secret at all It's no secret that a conscience Can sometimes be a pest It's no secret ambition bites The nails of success Every artist is a cannibal Every
the poet's every word Every artist's picture Every writer's play You are the glow in every night You are the warmth in each sunrise Makes no difference
The Name's Quentin Douglas Nottage If you didn't know it The poet Everything he ever said, Quote it No ghosts in this bitch The exorcist wrote it I'm
Treat your artists delicately Treat your artists delicately Oceans of tears and melancholy Treat your artists delicately They hold you, uneasy These
secret that a conscience can sometimes be a pest No secret ambition bites the nails of success Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief All
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