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Miércoles, 29 de noviembre de 2006

VAN GOGH. GAUGUIN

THERE GOES MY INSPIRATION

Vincent Van Gogh
Window of Vincent's Studio, 1889


There Goes My Inspiration

Utopia


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




Paul Gauguin
Almiares amarillos - La cosecha, 1899




Paul Gauguin
La sente du Père Jean, 1885




Paul Gauguin
Deux tahitiennes avec des mangues fleuries, 1899

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