Lyrics:
a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist
a vast high powered rocket to the core of the sun
Want to read books in the studies of men
Born on the breeze and die on the wind
If I was an artist
the same old song
Why hope for the turning
If everything you know is wrong?
So come on, shake your rag doll, baby
Before you change your mind
Then
the same old song
Why hope for the turning
If everything you know is wrong?
So come on, shake your rag doll, baby
Before you change your mind
Then
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
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith
And the men who hold high places
Must be the ones who start
To mold a new reality
Closer to the heart
Closer to the heart
The blacksmith
(Rag doll, ooh) (Hand me down)
When she was just a kid
Her clothes were hand-me-downs
(Hand-me-down)
They always laughed at her when she came
Wooh!
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only you would listen
To what he has to say
There are songs of wisdom
There are songs
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
Morning fields of amber gray
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[Rick] Me and Nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real niggaz that are Billboard charters
[Rick]
years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
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
years have passed
The worthy Captain and his squad of troopers standing fast
The artist knew their faces well
The husbands of his lady friends
His
to your trick
And your trick will be art
Artists are hard-working men
After you're perfect, that's when you first start
Over and over again, once again,
All dolled up in your glad rags,
But tomorrow may turn to sad rags,
And they call you Glad Rag Doll!
I know that you're admired,
I know that
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
All dolled up in your glad rags,
But tomorrow may turn to sad rags,
And they call you glad rag doll!
I know that you're admired,
I know that
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
you don't know why you're here
Who knew
That avenue was bound for happy town
Happy town
Happy now
Happy town
Actors, authors, artists and thieves
(Rag doll, ooh) (Hand me down)
When she was just a kid
Her clothes were hand-me-downs
(Hand-me-down)
They always laughed at her when she came
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