Don't Jackson My Pollock

Get in your Van and Gogh, man, don't Jackson My Pollock
A fish on the freeway with a chainsaw and a gun
Get in your Van and Gogh, man, don't Jackson My Pollock
All this is gonna make you be late, so now you better run
Get in your Van and Gogh, man, don't Jackson My Pollock
A fist full of paint balls with scraped claws ripped straight from the jaws of the sun
Get in your Van and Gogh, man, don't Jackson My Pollock
If technique is a means to a statement, then get acquainted with reality in a basement, restrained, skinned, and hung
Don't Jackson My Pollock
Let art often be violent like a client at a silent auction french kissing the docent with poison on his tongue
Don't Jackson My Pollock
I intend to leave this museum as numb as when I'd first come to first serve the masses a plaque from my gums
Don't Jackson My Pollock
Subpoena the ignition switch to turn on a stare - there - Marina Abramovic just sat in a chair
Don't Jackson My Pollock
Where hyenas have perfect pitch like ballerinas want to shit in the air, that's why dancers say, "merde"
Don't Jackson My Pollock
Fair, you just want to express yourself freely and plentifully
Don't Jackson My Pollock
I've got nothing against the forces of gravity nor entropy
And it's not that I don't appreciate your joy and your reverie
But honestly, I'd heavily recommend if you're gonna be a honey bee, you should probably find a flower instead of me

Get in your Van and Gogh, man, Don't Jackson My Pollock

Like orchards in the fall, it's symbolic
No portrait was nostalgic
Poor misfortune, melancholic, a tortured alcoholic
My Pollock
Just a little breeze, the peace that brings the leaves of trees to breathe in green
Dripping all the paint, the way you play, it rains from brains' unconscious waves
My Pollock
There are no mistakes, only discoveries hidden in ink blots, so thought Rorschach, who was often plagued with some unease
My Pollock
You're projecting
And you're glue
Whatever you say is infecting your testing and sticks right back to you
My Pollock
A canvas is a trance
It's a chance to understand and enhance the vast expanse
My Pollock
Let the media glare
Art for art's sake
Put your heart on a steak and serve it medium rare
My Pollock
I must confess I've entertained the idea of splattering everywhere on everyone and everything
My Pollock
There's been times I wouldn't mind flinging colors across the room from a credit card or an ad
My Pollock
We're all just trying to survive late stage capitalism within the context of globalization
My Pollock
Nobody can really concentrate with dizzying swirls of red and black swirling around like the last man laughed

Get in your Van and Gogh, man, don't Jackson My Pollock



Credits
Writer(s): Guinevere Newman
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