i was listening to the Wire tribute in my car and so i was all thinking about how great Wire is and all...and their lyrics...and when i got home this idea for a song just kind've popped in my head so i wrote the lyrics down...often, lyrics don't stand too well alone w/out the song (as rhyming most always seems really cheesy w/out the music...) but this doesn't rhyme, and i think it might work pretty well alone...as i mentioned before, i was thinking of Wire, so it's pretty Colin Newman-ish...but it also has some David Byrne and Mark E. Smith elements floating around too...not that the three singers don't have fairly similar styles anyways...or something...less talk, more rock:
Upon wanting to paint
A picture for you,
I obtained a brush
and some paint and a canvas.
A hideous mess now
Covers the white.
All the wrong light
Is now being absorbed.
[chorus]
Is this art? Is this trash?
Is there a difference? you say.
Is this art? Is this trash?
Is there really a difference?
Is this art? Is this trash?
Is there a difference? you say.
Is there a difference? is what you say to me.
Is there a difference? is what you say to me.
Is there a difference? is what you say to me.
Is there a difference? is what you say to me.
When I paint,
I don't know what I am doing.
The colors bleed out
In all directions.
All the colors, they bleed
Into black so slowly,
And I sit here staring
At this hideous image.
I swear it's an accident,
This hideous image!
This hideous image
I've created for you.
This hideous image,
But it's what you want.
This hideous image!
This hideous image!
[repeat chorus, of course]
Upon wanting to paint
A picture for you,
I obtained a brush
and some paint and a canvas.
A hideous mess now
Covers the white.
All the wrong light
Is now being absorbed.
[chorus]
Is this art? Is this trash?
Is there a difference? you say.
Is this art? Is this trash?
Is there really a difference?
Is this art? Is this trash?
Is there a difference? you say.
Is there a difference? is what you say to me.
Is there a difference? is what you say to me.
Is there a difference? is what you say to me.
Is there a difference? is what you say to me.
When I paint,
I don't know what I am doing.
The colors bleed out
In all directions.
All the colors, they bleed
Into black so slowly,
And I sit here staring
At this hideous image.
I swear it's an accident,
This hideous image!
This hideous image
I've created for you.
This hideous image,
But it's what you want.
This hideous image!
This hideous image!
[repeat chorus, of course]