This King Missile song just came on my station and I didn't feel right keeping the laughs to myself. Some things are just too true, and it's so good when someone puts it in to words like this.
I am a sensitive artist...
I am a sensitive artist.
Nobody understands me because I am so deep.
In my work I make allusions to books that nobody else has read,
Music that nobody else has heard,
And art that nobody else has seen.
I can't help it
Because I am so much more intelligent
And well-rounded
Than everyone who surrounds me.
I stopped watching tv when I was six months old
Because it was so boring and stupid
And started reading books
And going to recitals
And art galleries.
I don't go to recitals anymore
Because my hearing is too sensitive
And I don't go to art galleries anymore
Because there are people there
And I can't deal with people
Because they don't understand me.
I stay home
Reading books that are beneath me,
And working on my work,
Which no one understands
I am sensitive...
I am a sensitive artist...
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There are a lot of those here in NY. Sensitive artists. They annoy me. My copy machine stopped working during a large copy job the other day and I said "Hm. It's being a sensitive artist." My friend Harry thought that was pretty funny. I'll have to use it again.
Posted by Maria at October 30, 2003 04:05 PM | TrackBack