The Painted Word

If I wanted to I'd write a book

But it would take some time

I'd spend my life writing poetry

Thinking of words that have to rhyme

I just haven't got the time

I just haven't got the time

Observe

The Painted Word

The Painted Word

I just haven't got the time

I can't be bothered to think of words that have to rhyme

Take some paint

Take some canvas

Take a brush

Take your colour

Show me what you feel

Show me what you feel inside

Who needs Picasso?

Who needs Brecht?

Who needs Van Gogh?

Who needs Vasarely?

I'll paint what I damn well want to

Fifteen minutes Mr. Warhol, fifteen minutes

Now?

Fifteen minutes

Now?

Show me what you see

I see a tree, two children and a car

A large sign that says "Coca Cola"

What colour is the car?

The colour of your dream

What colour is my dream?

Orange

Can I share my dream?

Yes

Can't hate

To paint the time