Painting By Numbers(2007 Digital Remaster)

歌詞

It's not that complicated, no more than a clench of fist – she want to paint her heart out, she want to tell it as she sees it is. Authority condemns her, they say to paint's a waste without a base, some bedrock of idea. Painting by numbers doesn't add up, Painting by numbers doesn't add up, it's passionless bed-rest, work-body that's headless, a head that's without heart – painting by numbers doesn't add up to art. Her constant vows mean nothing, not content alone that sells – The Market Theory beckons, no-one remembers what the story tells; no-one remembers passion, we just recite the line that art is fine and fashion costly. Painting by numbers doesn't add up; safety in numbers, put your hands up in mute surrender... they'll break her or bend her for the heart on her sleeve. Painting by numbers all the modern world believes. And the whole thing falls apart when the movement's more important than the art; when we're more concerned with what's been thought than said this is the moment when the culture's dead. It's not that complicated, it's simple as can be: she want to paint her heart out, they want a programme for the BBC where academic critics can talk of art that's fine like holy wine – the Blessed Intellectuals! Painting by numbers, safety in numbers... The poets from Venus assume that they've seen us – they're quick to depart. Painting by numbers doesn't add up to art.