Psychedelic, psychotic, political, folk, rock, commentary on coffee table photography.
prog
flute
cello
psychedelic
banjo
political
mandolin
sax
rock folk
pygmy beat
Story behind the song
This is verion 10065b as at 9th Dec. Terry has supplied a new vocal recorded to tape. Also a bit of sax to run counter melody to the end of the solo.
RAMI played the ace drums.
Terry wrote the lyric & melody about 16 years after 1st hearing the song.
An analytical look at the cynicism & parasitism that often pervades "news" & coffee table photography.
Lyrics
WAH WOW – 18SEP2006
(But is it Art?)
Life becomes a portrait
Feel no passion, feel no pain
Sell the image of a victim
Staring blankly from a frame
Steal the souls of nameless children
From terraced back-street slums
Let the vultures land near babies
Steal the moment, then just run
CHORUS
Just what is it that the pictures try to say?
Will they make a difference at the ending of the day?
You can cover gallery walls with your visual skill
As you suck your subjects dry – will you ever get your fill?
So, catalogue new anguish
Change your subjects every year
There’s no romance in someone’s hunger
No romance in catching fear
That’s etched on haunted faces
Or waifs with wide-starved eyes
To bolster reputations
And carry off the prize
CHORUS
Just what is it that the pictures try to say?
Will they make a difference at the ending of the day?
You can cover gallery walls with your visual skill
As you suck your subjects dry – will you ever get your fill?
GUITAR
Life becomes a portrait
Feel no passion, feel no pain
Steal the souls of nameless children
From a terraced slumlord’s lane
Catalogue new anguish
Change your subjects every year
There’s no romance in someone’s hunger
Win those prizes catching fear
Let the vultures land near babies
Steal the moment, then just run
Feel no passion, feel no pain