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Dime Store Prophets Fantastic Distraction Yeah Sure Ok Monet Is that the hills under your fingernail The tempest and the hurricane The clouds to come beneath your breath Did you introduce the night to day Orion with the Milky way And all the stars on your rolodex Well you carve and you smash, what you paint you call trash Man you must have something to say Sweat falls to the plate, the burden to create All your colors washed, inspiration lost Yeah, sure, o.k., Monet There's nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na,) There's nothing new in the world (hey...) Was that the roses knocking at your door Asking how tall that they should grow Well, if it was give them my best Is that a lightning bolt back in your coat A fist of hail for rainy days A tidal wave in your coffee cup Well you reach down deep, and find nothing unique Truth is getting so hard to paint Just chasing the wind, no place to begin Mister, you're not the first Try working with dirt Yeah sure ok Monet There's nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na,) There's nothing new in the world (hey...) Another empty canvas Tuesday Howling Wolf is on the LP But even he can't prime this poets pump The agony and the ectasy The tension and the sweet release Did you know you were looking for me There's nothing new in the world (ha, na, na, na) There's nothing new in the world (hey...) |
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