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




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