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Rating: "The trouble with a classicist
looks at a tree
and that's all he sees, so he paints a tree
the trouble with a classicist
looks at the sky
doesn't ask why, just paints a sky and that's it
This is the trouble with classicists
The trouble with an impressionist
looks at a stump
doesn't know who he is while he's there
looking at this stump
and the surrealist memories
are too shapeless and obtrusive
while those macho downtown painters
are just alcoholics
This is the trouble with impressionists
The trouble with celebrities
they're too caught up in style
it's a too personal matter
they're in love with their own cunning
they are like illegal immigrants
trying to make money at all costs
they drive a radio taxi
but think they're in a truck
This is the trouble with celebrities"
ANDY WHAROL
"Faces and names, if only they were the same thing
faces and names
they do nothing but cause me trouble
faces and names
If we all looked the same
and all had the same name
I wouldn't be jealous of you
or you of me
faces and names
I always fall in love with someone who looks
how I'd like to look
I'm always watching
someone in the act of hurting
and the one really hurt is me
Faces and names, they seem the same to me
if I were like you
and you were like me
you'd see there would be less trouble
Faces and names I'd like them to fade away
I'd disappear into that wall and never speak
talk, don't talk"
ANDY WHAROL
"I think it's worth repeating the images
images repeated from a painting
images taken from a painting
from a photo worth seeing again
I love images worthy of repetition
I project them on the ceiling
I multiply them with screens
I see them with different sensations
Images, those images
images, those images
They say images lack emotions
I think there's a deeper meaning
the mechanical precision or so it seems
provokes a much cooler feeling
I love the multiplicity of projections
the things that are born anew
show new meanings
I think it's worth repeating images
and repeating and repeating"
ANDY WHAROL
Thank you Lou, thank you John!
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Smalltown (02:03)
When you're growing up in a small town
when you're growing up in a small town
when you're growing up in a small town
you say, no one famous ever came from here
When you're growing up in a small town
and you're having a nervous breakdown
and you think that you'll never escape it
yourself or the place that you live
Where did Picasso come from
there's no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh
if art is the tip of the iceberg
I'm the part sinking below
When you're growing up in a small town
bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty
people look at you funny
when you're in a small town
My father worked in construction
it's not something for which I'm suited
oh, what is something for which you are suited
getting out of here
I hate being odd in a small town
if they stare let them stare in New York City
as this pink eyed painting albino
how far can my fantasy go
I'm no Dali coming from Pittsburgh
no adorable lisping Capote
my hero, oh, do you think I could meet him
I'd camp out at his front door
There is only one good thing about small town
there is only one good use for a small town
there is only one good thing about small town
you know that you want to get out
When you're growing up in a small town
you know you'll grow down in a small town
there is only one good use for a small town
You hate it and you'll know you have to leave
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By turkish
It feels like being in a theater hall, with the two artists on stage illuminated by a single spotlight and everyone silent, listening.
He is one of the people that make me love humanity for the talent and genius that it can (we can) express.
