Impress Me

Try to catch our eye
Show something that we haven't seen
And make us feel alive
Beyond boredom and vanity
And when I see the skies
Remind me what it's like to be
A person stuck in time
That's searching for identity
So help me please
Impress me

Find me in Montmartre
High above the madness of Paris
Step inside
Take a break from reality
Selling our philosophies
Bored with being bourgeoisie
Paris takes itself too seriously
Montmartre's the only part of the city that gets me

Government's reinventing the wheel
Still digging up bits of the Bastille
Time to admit this country's a circus
There were too many Louis
Too many Napoleons
Too many choices for future historians
At least in Montmartre, we get lost on purpose
If you wanted God, there's Notre Dame
We deal in something different than psalms
Found in the passage between brains and heart
Montmartre is for art

Try to catch our eye
Show something that we haven't seen
And make us feel alive
Beyond boredom and vanity
And when I see the skies
Remind me what it's like to be
A person stuck in time
That's searching for identity
So help me please
Impress me

Galleries are gravity
Artists find their way to Goupil & Cie
They say Theo, Theo
Theo van Gogh
Before you go
Let me know
What you think of my paintings
That's the daily serenade
'Cause selling artwork is your trade

Paris, the city of light
What do you have for me tonight?
Well, here's a new portrait
Get in line!
Take a look!
Please friends, one at a time
A café
A farmer
A still life with fruit so fresh you can smell it

It's cutting edge
It's avant-garde
Worthy of the Grand Boulevard
Theo, Theo
Do you think you can sell it?

They wish that I could help, but still the answer's no
I can't take a chance against the status quo
Not everyone gets hung up with the chosen few
When will I break through?
Won't you help me please

Undress me
A tempting offer, as always, Madame Segatori
Come come Theo, we both know they are not here to behave
They came to Montmartre to drink my wine
To get tangled in something clandestine
Treat the Champs-Élysées for cabaret
For bohemia without the beret
You were people minding manners

Lower rents and lower standards
Hey
Not that low
To spend a franc on a late night tryst
Save a few coins for my canvas?
C'est va?

Find us in Montmartre
Pissing all our worries away
At Le Tambourin cafe
Who knows what tomorrow will bring
Until then
We want the same thing

To seize the day
To find our way
To understand
To find a man
To ease the pain
To entertain
To forget about the past few centuries
To make history

For curiosity
C'est la vie!
To be free
To be free
Sure as the passage of the river Seine
The future will be forged with brushes, pencils, and pens
If Paris is the world, Montmartre is Bethlehem
And art is our amen

Try to catch our eye
Show something that we haven't seen
And make us feel alive
Beyond boredom and vanity
And when I see the skies
Remind me what it's like to be
A person stuck in time
That's searching for identity
So help me please
Impress me

Help me please
Impress me
Help me please
Impress me