Testo Art War - The Knack
Testo della canzone Art War (The Knack), tratta dall'album Havin' a Rave-Up! Live In Los Angeles, 1978
Nobody don't give a shit about Warhol
They only burn tree to dump stuff in the rain
Now Dali just wants to be Cornholled
With one of those crutches he stole from Man Ray
Yes, Claude Louis burned the light bulb fields
And Rauschenberg is a particular creep
Now art's just another distraction
Like TV commercials that won't go away
Who's why
What's the deal
Don't want no die die
Don't try to hand me no fantasy, it's for surreal
Say, babe, are you for surreal?
When your taste is confined to their palettes
And their pictures aren't easily framed on your walls
Did you ever consider the malice of form
Contained in that trivial pascal of art?
That goes on the fringes of casting
Raphaels and Da Vincis are pulled down the hall
To make way for He-Man's and no one's
Like raw general portraiture by Michel-Ange
Who's why
What's the deal
Don't want no die die
Don't try to hand me no fantasy, it's for surreal
Say, babe, what made you get moving anyway?
Are you a water face or a trill?
Tell me what good is color on canvas
Just who will it feed? Tell me who will it save?
And do they expect us to stand this barrage of collages
Bow ties and coquilles Saint-Germain?
The people will work for a living
No need to ask questions from cradle to grave
They don't need no faggot to tell them
What's good and what's bad and what's really insane
Who's why
What's the deal
Don't want no die die
Don't try to hand me no fantasy, it's for surreal
I think I'll collect my brushes and move it
I think I'll dust my beret
Someone stole my beret, out there
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Writer(s): Douglas Lars Fieger, Berton Averre
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