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Kings Of Convenience – The Weight Of My Words

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‌There are very many things
I would like to say to you
But I’ve lost my way
And I’ve lost my words

There are very many places
I would like to go but I
can’t find the key
To open my door

The weight of my words”
[2] “You can’t feel it anymore

There are very many ways
I would like to break the spell
You’ve cast upon me

Because all the time
I sacrificed myself
To make you want me
Has made you haunt me

The weight of my words”
[3] “You can’t feel it anymore

There are very many things
I would like to say to you
But I’ve lost my way
And I’ve lost my words

There are very many places
I would like to go
But I can’t find the key
To open my door

Bo Burnham – Art is Dead

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Art is dead, Art is dead
Art is dead, Art is dead
Entertainers like to seem complicated
But we’re not complicated
I can explain it pretty easily

?Have you ever been to a birthday party for children
And one of the children won’t stop screaming
Cause he’s just a little attention attractor’
When he grows up to be a comic or actor
He’ll be rewarded for never maturing
For never understanding or learning
That every day can’t be about him
There’s other people you selfish as*hole

I must be psychotic, I must be demented
To think that I’m worthy of all this attention
Of all of this money, you worked really hard for
I slept in late while you worked at the drug store
My drug’s attention, I am an addict
But I get paid to indulge in my habit
,It’s all an illusion, I’m wearing make-up
…I’m wearing make-up, make-up, make-up, make

Art is dead
So people think you’re funny
how do we get those people’s money
I said art is dead
We’re rolling in dough, while Carlin rolls in his grave
…His grave, his grave

The show has got a budget
The show has got a budget
And all the poor people way more deserving of the money
Won’t budge it
Cause I wanted my name in lights’
When I could have fed a family of four
For forty f*cking fortnights
Forty f*cking fortnights

I am an artist, please God forgive me
I am an artist, please don’t revere me
I am an artist, please don’t respect me
I am an artist, you’re free to correct me

A self-centered artist, Self-obsessed artist
I am an artist, I am an artist
But I’m just a kid
…I’m just a kid, I’m just a kid, kid
And maybe I’ll grow out of it

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