Art Crime from Pacific Specific? by L'Invisible

Art Crime

Darkness falls through shades of grey,
At the centre of your scheme of things I hear you say
Moonlit shadows slip away
Clawing at your memories while raising all the stakes
That stab you through your messy little art
Your sorry, sodden, trodden little art

And it’s me, it’s the real me
It’s the real deal, its real
And its crazy , what you do to me
The way you make me feel, it’s real

I saw your picture on the wall
Hung in shame, but most of all
No one came or heard your call
And no one cared for tittle tattle or the rattle of your sordid little art
Your seething, stolen, stinking, bleeding art

Steal like an artist, run like a thief
The ballerina pirouettes, through lies and disbelief
There's murder in the gallery, the cavalier’s dead,
Lost his head and someone fled no more was said
About that little art
That scruffy, scrawny, pornie little art
About that little art
That scruffy, scrawny, pornie little art

And it’s me , it’s the real me
It’s the real deal, its real
And its crazy, what you do to me
The way you make me feel, it’s real
And it’s real, It’s real ….. ooh …..
It’s real, what you do to me
The way you make me feel ooh ……..

• Alternative
• psychodelic rock
• Swansea