How to Make Art

Brass at the crown of the gallery walls
Tourists critiquing the dead painter's faults
Cold front exposes the brick city steam
Imitate art in an old-fashioned scene

Gold records hang by the sun-faded door
Old voices nobody knows anymore
Songs for young love, sweet stories to tell
Dumb down the words and the singles will sell

Don't take this to mean I don't care
I sometimes forget that you're there

Feed an insatiable need to create
Find when you're done that you hate what you've made
Common contempt for the fraudulent self
A voice for the silent does little to help

Don't take this to mean I don't care
I sometimes forget that you're there
Like smoke rising into the air
I sometimes forget that you're there

Don't take this to mean I don't care
I sometimes forget that you're there
Like smoke rising into the air
I sometimes forget that you're there



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