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Picasso's Landscape
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I'm kind of a folk/rock artist.
I am a solo artist. I play guitar and write my own music. I write what sounds good to me. If you happen to like it too that's great.
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Folk Rock
Charts
Peak #25
Peak in subgenre #2
Author
Bob Scrivner
Rights
2008
Uploaded
January 18, 2014
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MP3 4.1 MB • 192 kbps • 2:57
Story behind the song
This was recorded with a Gretsch G5122 DC. Tascam US 144 MKII Computer Interface AKG Perception 220 Mic Recorded with Mixcraft 5
Lyrics
PICASSO’S LANDSCAPE I saw the Anti-Rabbi walking down the street In a dynamite coat, he was so discreet. Along came a cop and pulled the plug, He went boom and what was left was feet. He was the only one he got to kill but he saved his mother a funeral bill. He could have gotten virgins on long term leases If he hadn’t gone wrong and gone to pieces. Johnny went to school with a butter knife. His teacher had a heart attack and called his wife. She came running with the police in tow But the ambulance came and took him too the morgue. Johnny was forgotten and kind words were said So he pulled out his butter knife and buttered his bread. The replacement teacher with hair of red Patted little Johnny on the head. Chorus A gray haired man handed over a buck He won it all couldn’t believe his luck. With millions won he would chase his youth He was escorted by Italian vermouth. In clubs he watched the girls bottom lines. Especially the ones that were looking fine. His fortune vanished chasing lovely things He left it all hanging on g-strings. Chorus Chorus We dance to a drummer with an eclectic pace ‘cause we’re no longer in a state of grace The world’s on tape but no thought escapes In Picasso’s landscape.
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