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Don't Call Me an Artist

from Don't Call Me an Artist by -k

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Well I’ve been battering my wife with all my philosophic talking
She’s my worn and weary soundboard riding in the car
She says, “Shut up in your head,
and fix your radio.”
Oh but I think I’m going crazy or at least I hope I am
Like some self destructive artist, naïve to their genius
I got a fire deep inside,
but it ain’t getting any air
Oh cause I just can’t seem to manifest the pictures in my head
Through the paintbrush shaking in my vice-grip hand
I had the aptitude for talent,
but not the attitude for practice
So don’t call me an artist; I’m only a dreamer
With fantastic visions no one else will know

Sometimes in the morning when I’m climbing out of bed
How I notice that my fingers and my toes don’t wanna bend
It seems that sand stream of decay’s begun to flow
In my arthritis hour-glass
So no wonder I’m so cagey, I think I’m running out of time
I got this song stuck in my head I gotta sing before I die
I was born inside a tomb, I shoulda started looking for a way out
Straight from the womb
Because when we’re dead and gone we will only exist
For as long as we’re remembered and people speak our names
Well I’d like to live forever
Forever in a story
But don’t call me an artist; I’m only a dreamer
With fantastic visions no one else will know

And in my wildest daydreams I’m a traveling vagabond
Just wandering down the road somewhere with nowhere to belong
Free from all distractions
Like TV, work, and money
Oh but my wife she’s a beautiful burden to bare
She tells me what to do and where to go and what to wear
She says, “Pick up all your toys
Before you go to bed.”
No don’t call me an artist; I’m only a dreamer
With fantastic visions no one else will know

And when the talents of my youth finally dry up
And I’m just coasting through the good times
Thinking to myself,
Oh how I used to,
Oh how I used to,
Oh how I used to.

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from Don't Call Me an Artist, released October 31, 2015

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-k Hurdland, Missouri

i sing songs that pop in my head.
I record them so i can forget them.
Here they are.
Enjoy.

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