Low Art from Unstable by Vizzie Inc
Tracklist
2. | Low Art | 4:05 |
Lyrics
[OM]Here's your low art, baby ha ha ha!
I'm low. I'm high. I'm low as the sky-y-y
By Watterson's watercolors, i swear, there are too many words. Absurd bursts that i only take as burps. *belch* hear a fart on T.V. and you're going to Hell. Ask for the works and feel jerked around. I'm learning about all the art i found. Finding all the art that i learned about. Arting the findings on my learning journey. Earning what i can. Burning what I make. Turning every line into a story supporting the character thats supporting it. When everything clicks and fits. When words are worth more next to a cartoon. Watercolors are not undersold when fed to vocabulary.
[hook]
The newspaper ads are getting bigger.
Drink CorporaCola!
Watterson, Gumball. Having a way of giving me faith when I thought cartoons had done all. Like, My boy Hobbes ain't just a doll. The days are just packed. The summer days are numbered, but I'm in this tree, I'm relaxed. I got comic books inside. Keep 'em underneath the bed next to my favorite Magic deck. I think the White and Red. And even more 90's cartoons I never finished, streaming. And infinity music it seems, and each CD's got meaning. Low Art? if you mean like, scattered on my foor. I got treasures in my closet, like busting down the door. Cards worth hundreds, but my brothers arts worth more. Walking past the skatepark to the banks behind the store. Til we're sore, we're creating with our feet and board; climbing. Fine then, take your labels, your "No Skateboarding" signs, and I'll tell you where you can Shove-It and how to find him. (Simple Simon met a Pieman going to the fair.) *Ding.
[hook]
[PBF]
Seperate the separist. Morally judge the athiest. Hate the crazy artist. Blame psychopathic maschois.t Schizophernias in the food. Bail on the city and move. Bought some weed from a strange dude. Took some lsd and drew some strange cartoons. No one knew it was from the heart , Probably caught of guard. Hit m in ever part that hurt. Muttered the worst , covered in dirt. Just beofre the last page or the last note sung. Last word on the typewriter.
The newspaper ads are getting bigger
Credits
Odder Moniker - Vocals, Lyrics, Bass, Keyboard, Drum Machine |
benign - Vocals, Lyrics, Guitar |
Pretty Boy Floyd - Vocals, Lyrics |