They say pain can bring out the artist's best But since you've been gone, I just can't care less Common sense doesn't realize, it can hurt so bad Everyday I sit in my garret staring at the floor But my heart isn't in it anymore
There goes my inspiration My reason for creation There goes my inspiration I felt it fly away when you said goodbye
Me and Gaugin used to party down I was hung in the Louvre, I was Renoir's pal Vincent Van Gogh used to joke with me Now they don't come 'round It's all over town that the master's lost his touch I'm so lost I can hardly hold a brush
And now my palette is a sorry mix Of gray and brown And all the other art lovers stay away 'Cause I'm bringing them down
Now I wander the left bank every day Searching for my muse in sad cafes Peddle my oils to the galleries But they turn me down Everybody says I'm a master of technique But the style and the sentiment is weak