Lyrics:
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon just to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle are
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist e'er could paint
White faced cattle lowin'
Ridin' down the canyon, to watch the sun go down
A picture, that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side
I hear
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
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
When I go out with artists
They talk about language and the Cubists and the Dadaists
And I try to catch their meanings
And keep up with all
If I had a talking picture of you,
I would run it every time I felt blue.
I would sit there in the gloom of my lonely little room
And applaud each
Pictures of people taking
Pictures of people taking
Pictures of people taking pictures
I pictured us at the end of time
Just holding up a camera
Counted the stars on the fourth of July
Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
I have these pictures
how I am?
The artist's impression I don't understand
Mental thoughts without vision
A division - hence the expression
A distorted picture
I’m gonna move to San Francisco
And watch all the hip young
Artists struggle with their rent
Ooh I’m gonna be one of them
I’m gonna find a pale
In 1980, as part of a project called Word of Mouth, I was invited, along with a living other artists, to go to Panape, a tiny island in the middle
against the waves
And answer up to heaven
How come her heart's so stubborn
And what's so wrong with giving
Ask the big sky talking
About
(Verse 1)
I saw Your picture hanging on the wall
Just an artist rendering that was all
The way You looked down in Your agony
Jogged my memory
picture the floor rising up to support you
And sink into the back of the bed that's behind you
Too much of your energy is in front and above you"
.
I paint a picture for you.
I am the artist.
Wendy had a dog and a daughter
She married to man wearin’ black.
Said she had to go out for a walk one
I'm an artist honey
You'll see me sometimes
Making crazy pictures out of music and rhymes
Costume changes perform with poise
Dancing in
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist 'ere could paint
White faced cattle lowing
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
Counted the stars on the Fourth of July
Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
As the sun
To watch the desert sun go down
Ridin' down the canyon
To watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist 'ere could paint
White faced cattle lowin'
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