There's Something In Everything

Please stop
Complaining
About how bad is modern art
Try to feel it
Try to see it closely

If you see it
You don't feel it
Not everything is a blue square
Don't skim the gallery
So much for you to see

Whether how the paint drips
How the frame sits
How all lines overlap
Or the shapes shift
What are the feelings felt
When they made this
To wanna know

In the paintings, vases, labels
You learn bout the faces behind them
Their stories, the places they are from
There's something in everything

When you eat
Go slowly
Until you're able to shake your hand with a grain of rice
Make a friend of it

And you think
You're done
Chicken haven't even touch your lips
The world on your finger tips
World on your finger tips

If you spare the time to care

Vario, it runs just fine
Leave the home, outrun the thesis
Warmindo, try a new drink
I people watch, I peep my watch,

It's time to leave, the wife is home
In the streets, they all leave work
Can't wait to see their wife at home
Hope they all drive safely

And the railings, glasses, tables
The paintings, the wall behind them
The building, the streets that it stands on
There's something in everything

When you eat
Go slowly
Until you're able to shake your hand with a grain of rice
Make a friend of it

And you think
You're done
Chicken haven't even touch your lips
The world on your finger tips
World on your finger tips

Sometimes I smoke too much
I get lost, lose the buzz
It all tastes the same
And I feel like I'm throwing up

I just hope when I'm up
I don't stray out of touch
I just spend what I need,
On a meal, on music and films
On a cig and beer, that's it

When you eat
Go slowly
Until you're able to shake your hand with a grain of rice
Make a friend of it

And you think
You're done
Chicken haven't even touch your lips
The world on your finger tips
World on your finger tips

All over again, all over
All over again, all over
All over again, all over
All over again



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