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those? Artist (C.Men): Those are actually wedge sneakers, and it gives me a little extra boost Interviewer (sketch comedy) Oooh! Ooh. Sauce….
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
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
colors show the glory Of the Master Artist's plan Built by god for those who love Him Those who trust the great "I am" Those who trust the great "I am"
An Artist
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
Men of good fortune, often cause empires to fall While men of poor beginnings, often can't do anything at all The rich son waits for his father
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
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
You can trace the mystery of ancient history Through art of artists and their models You can comb through the Rome coliseum And the rear
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
Pictures of matchstick men Pictures of matchstick men Pictures of matchstick men Pictures of matchstick men Pictures of matchstick men I can see those
Everything happening At the turn of the century. I'm gonna buy myself a time machine Go to the turn of the century. And all those people
Those men will break your bones, Don't know how to build stable homes. Those men will break your bones, Don't know how to build stable homes.
I've been wearing the same damn clothes For three damn days Lincoln, Nebraska's got me in a haze The thing about men like you Is you got a lot
crusade Pawns in the game are not victims of chance Strewn on the fields of Belgium and France Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade All of those
need Gonna be feeling it, happy to show Those men in the circus Those men on the wire Their feet hangin' fifty feet up Know they're countin'
what's it good for anyway? So I said Fellas, like to ask you a thing if I may What about Livingstone? What about all those men? Who have
One, two, three Slip out the back before those Handlers get too tight on you I light my own fires now I light my own fires now Slip in this
Pack up all those phantoms Shoulder that invisible load Keep on riding north and west Haunting that wilderness road Like a ghost rider Carry
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
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