Slapp Happy - Michaelangelo - текст песни и слова, похожие исполнители

Kishore Kumar Hits — Slapp Happy - Michaelangelo текст песни

Исполнитель: Slapp Happy

альбом: Live In Japan - May, 2000

Lying back to paint upon the ceiling
No, he's never using black, just the colours of his feelings
He delineates saints on a sepia ground
His temper, like his paints, is albumen bound
Work and toil, well he ain't no dilettante
He conceives in oil and Vatican chianti
The rumour's out, his hobby is dissection
And there ain't no doubt he knows the body to perfection
Fourteen lines, that's what makes a sonnet
And it even rhymes - Buonarroti's working on it
Through the streets, stricken by the urchins
Wrapped in sheets, round the town he's lurching
Lurching to the church, heavy with a vision
Continuing his search though they come with their derision
All his works, you just gotta see 'em
Ask the clerks at your neighborhood museum
Pope's on the phone, calling Buonarroti
But he's not home, he's gone a little putty
He's off again, waving paints and brushes
Round the bend, to wind up in the rushes

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