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They say pain can bring out the artist's best
But since you've been gone, I just can't care less
Common sense doesn't realize, it can hurt so bad
Everyday I sit in my garret staring at the floor
But my heart isn't in it anymore
There goes my inspiration
My reason for creation
There goes my inspiration
I felt it fly away when you said goodbye
Me and Gaugin used to party down
I was hung in the Louvre, I was Renoir's pal
Vincent Van Gogh used to joke with me
Now they don't come 'round
It's all over town that the master's lost his touch
I'm so lost I can hardly hold a brush
And now my palette is a sorry mix
Of gray and brown
And all the other art lovers stay away
'Cause I'm bringing them down
Now I wander the left bank every day
Searching for my muse in sad cafes
Peddle my oils to the galleries
But they turn me down
Everybody says I'm a master of technique
But the style and the sentiment is weak
- Album:
- Pov
- Deface The Music
- Miscellaneous
- Oblivion
- Swing To The Right
- Utopia
- Adventures In Utopia
- Oops! Wrong Planet
- Ra
- Another Live
- Redux 92: Live in Japan
- Last Of The New Wave Riders
- Definitive Rock: Todd Rundgren
- Utopia Chart Specials Vol 1
- Utopia Chart Specials Vol 7
- Disco Jets
- Utopia Chart Specials, Vol. 3
- Live from Hartford
- Utopia - Live from the Texas Opry
- Live at the Electric Ballroom