Testo di There Goes My Inspiration

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 grey 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