Paddy Goes To Holyhead - Vincent текст песни

A wet coloured paintbrush and a white house by night
A landscape with a ploughman and another house beside
Sunflowers and cornfields and an easel down below
A strawhat on a mournful face is all that we know

Oil-colour-canvases and pictures in frames
Who asks for paintings of a guy with no name?
"Brother, can you help me, I?m stone broke again
Tomorrow I?ll sell it all to an art-businessman"

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Spot-painted poetry, living in quandary
Outside a gallery derided and chased
Life is a lottery without a warranty
Dying in beggary, buried in haste

Hard times for an artist with contrary mind
Scaramongers everywhere, short-sighted and blind
Novelty was out of time, boundary?s effaced
It?s better to make and end that to live in disgrace

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