Lyrics:
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
All alone, or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands
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
Artists travel from outside time
Just to see his rainbow jive
He's bored, He's bored.
Linton Samuel Dawson
Yields his knowledge in a phial
A vivid
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.
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
Brown with his fist tossed
I fluctuate through vocals likе Prince Rogers
Who evеr thought a billionaire
Come out of Compton?
Multiply simple logic, you
When I was just a little boy I remember on TV
Don Kirshners Rock Concert
made such a big impression on me
When the lights got low they started
to give his female victims
A little enema
Apparently, there was no law against that
But his name lives on
Michael kenyon
The illinois enema bandit!"
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,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
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
Joseph joue au Jacquet
Avec le jeune John
Dans le joli jardinet
Plein de jacynthes jaunes
Une pie qui passe
Joyeuse jacasse
Joyeuse jacasse
Jouons,
The artist, however faithful to his
Personal vision of reality
Becomes the last champion of the
Individual mind and sensibility
Against an intrusive
Well the County Fair left quite a mess
In the county yard
Kids with eyes as big as dollars
Rode all the rides
Strip artists and con artists
Put
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
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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
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We're sorry but the artist has decided not to disclose the lyrics for this song.
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