John Cale - Trouble With Classicists Lyrics
Words and music: lou reed & john caleThe trouble with a classicist he looks at a treeThats all he sees, he paints a treeThe trouble with a classicist he looks at the skyHe doesnt ask why, he just paints a skyThe trouble with an impressionist, he looks at a logAnd he doesnt know who he is, standing, staring, at this logAnd surrealist memories are too amorphous and proudWhile those downtown macho painters are just alcoholicThe trouble with impressionist isThe trouble with impressionist isThe trouble with personalities, theyre too wrapped up in styleIts too personal, theyre in love with their own guileTheyre like illegal aliens trying to make a buckTheyre driving gypsy cabs but theyre thinking like a truckThe trouble with personalities isThe trouble with personalities isI like the druggy downtown kids who spray paint walls and trainsI like their lack of training, their primitive techniqueI think sometimes it hurts you when you stay too long in schoolI think sometimes it hurts you when youre afraid to be called a foolThe trouble with classicists isThe trouble with classicists is
