Lyrics:

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, I2m stone broke again
Tomorrow I2ll sell it all to an art-businessman'

[chorus:]
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, boundary2s effaced
It2s better to make and end that to live in disgrace

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