Lyrics:
there
I'm becoming old enough to wonder
Happy that I'm still too young to care
Masterpieces crumble, empires tumble down
Refugees and fantasies go
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
America's most complete artist"
"What's your name boy?"
"I.. am.." "America's most complete artist"
"You better get ready"
"for America's most complete
Who studies honesty with wilder-gaze
While through it's oddity must
It's wings take flight!
Through alchemy the artist's mind's a maze, a
Labyrinth
of the enchantment Navajo
I have seen your redrock
Canyons out of gallop
I have walked upon your Arizona hills
At crownpoint I watched an artists painting
All
the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer
And decide the words I say?
'Cause I'd rather pretend
I'll still be there at the end
Only
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
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
is just the prologue
Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting sistine
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
the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto
He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting Sistine
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
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
is just the prologue
Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes, trophy
hand
Caught in a still life
Surrounded by shadows
And lost in a background of blue
If I were a painting
My price would be pain
And the artist
was seventeen that spring
Ah, we were just obeying orders
Ah, I still see everything
Through the factory's yellow windows
In the dirty stinking
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)
to do
It i am an artist and I care about humanity
Yes I am personally rich and I can
Buy furs and houses for my family
But I need access to more money
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 6 in 1954
-english words by carl sigman and music by gerhard winkler
Answer me, oh, my love
Just
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist whose hand is demure
Woo, and the Billboard Music Award goes to BTS
ARMY, our fandom, thank you very much
And you know we still cannot believe that we're standing
.jpg/300px-Stills_(7044697055).jpg "Stephen Stills")
.jpg/222px-Chris_Stills_04_02_2016_-2_(26474776705).jpg "Chris Stills")
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