Jackson Pollock

A Jackson Pollock C#m You're an alcoholic F#m F#m And I think it's lame that you beat you beat your wife G#m A Jackson Pollock C#m You were in a car crash F#m F#m G#m Man, those trees'll come and they'll take your life A C#m F#m F#m A I'll take you to the Rouen Cathedral A But let me tell you this: C#m A I've been there once before F#m And it seems like Claude Monet F#m Was full of shit I've got the wrong impression F#m Nothing much to mourn E Come now it's the time of the Cezanne E A I'd love to distort your form I don't see what's special A About a luncheon on the grass C#m Sandwiches and Manets A F#m We'd discuss the decadence F#m Of this and that F#m Matisse's livlihood; he kissed your purple hair E E Ma jolie, you can be my Olympia, if you want so you can A Call me a Faux-vist A G#m Call me what you want F#m As long as you don't see me F#m Or treat me as a dilletante G I feel beheaded G Its like I can't reach out to you E And like Rodin's Walking Man E A It seems like I too will be walking soon We can visit the Demoiselles A But I should warn you first F#m Am Am D F#m I've traveled long and far, but I've never seen girls like that in this universe You think they're beautiful E D I beg to disagree E E Is there something more to this artwork Something I can't see A A Am A F#m F#m E E A Mrs De Kooning, I'm just assuming you werent thrilled by the way he drew you C#m Your feet were webbed, your hair unmade And your eyes were the size of hand grenades F#m But oh, in the end what difference does it make? E because After all its just farce for art's sake A If you had seen what I had made C#m When I was just a lad of the 2nd grade You'd drop your jaw in awe With markers on napkins I would draw F#m And you think this talent can't be taught E Well you'll be the first to know it looked a hell lot like George Seraut A Starry nights are cool and all C#m But think of all the musings of a bathroom stall Porcelain fountain's fine But did it take stock in Baudelaire's mind? F#m All of the fleur du mal They're plucked before they bloom E It's ennui, Van Gogh to Kandinsky, ma cherie, so you can... A Call me a Faux-vist Call me what you want F#m As long as you don't see me Or treat me as a dilletante G I feel beheaded Its like I can't reach out to you E A And like Rodin's Walking ManIt seems like I too will be walking soon