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I'm Not Van Gogh
05:15
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Another great piece in the can; by any other gauge
Left awash in a sea of the information age
I’m not Van Gogh, I repeat out loud
I’m not Van Gogh, I’m not that proud
Another day with the work, here in this cage
Staring without focus on the emptiness of the blank page
Hollow words, fading lines, and aimless notes
Waiting for someone to cast their vote
I’m not Van Gogh, I repeat out loud
I’m not Van Gogh, I’m not that proud
And not that I wouldn’t cut off an ear for you,
It’s that you know this is something I have to do
Implacably building resume – scaling a very steep hill
Starry nights in a loop – all grist for the mill
Another great piece left in the can, by any other gauge
Left adrift in a sea of the information age
Uploaded for family and friends, and enemies
Never grabbing the attention of powers-that-oversee
I’m not Van Gogh, I repeat out loud
I’m not Van Gogh, I’m not that proud
I’m not Van Gogh, I repeat out loud
I’m not Van Gogh, I’m not that proud
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Love Not Lost (Live)
02:53
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Don’t give me thoughts I can surmise,
Whenever I look into your eyes
I don’t need the superficial mystery
And thoughts of recent past history
Love not lost, just out of touch
“Maybe one day”; is asking too much
And even though time’s gone astray
I can always hope for another day
Whenever you turn to your side
And I’m left here aside
It’s like an unreal reality
Filled with naïve banalities
Now it’s quiet, there’s no one here
The words ring true, the sound is so clear
With a fading memory of ancient lies
I start to dream about your eyes
Love not lost, just out of touch
“Maybe one day”; is asking too much
And even though time’s gone astray
I can always hope for another day
Love not lost, just out of touch
“Maybe one day”; is asking too much
Even though time’s gone astray
I can always hope for another day
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The Tattooed Lady - she isn’t free
She isn’t like just you or me
And if you ask – it’s plain to see
The Tattooed Lady is the one for me
She isn’t short, she isn’t tan
She’s avoir un poil dan le main*
But that’s all the more I like about her
The Tattooed Lady makes my heart stir
On the boardwalk, behind the curtain
I’ve paid my fee, and now I’m certain
That every single day, in every subtle way
I know I’ll just pay and pay
But the Tattooed Lady is the one for me
She sings and plays a fancy zither,
Her eyes say “fetch and come hither”
Paralyzed – I stand and blither
But cupid’s fired his arrow from his quiver
The Tattooed Lady - she isn’t free
She isn’t like you or me
And if you ask – it’s plain to see
The Tattooed Lady is the one for me
She isn’t short, she isn’t tan
She’s avoir un poil dan le main*
But that’s all the more I like about her
The Tattooed Lady makes my heart stir
The Tattooed Lady she’s the one for me
Oh, the Tattooed Lady
* French euphemistic expression, literally: “to have a hair in the hand” i.e. to be extremely lazy
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391 & the Army of Astraea New York, New York
391 & the Army of Astraea is the musical alter-ego of award-winning screenwriter, artist, and multi-instrumentalist, Ira Aron Rosenblum. Having recorded Post-Punk & Industrial Music with a variety of accomplices from the mid-'80's-late-'90's, 391 & the Army of Astraea has returned after more than a decade hiatus, and now focuses on Film Score, Electronic Music, and Singer-Songwriter Folk-Rock. ... more
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