Pollock
I love Jackson Pollock. I love the idea of the painter out there on the collective edge, tugging the rest of us along.
Pollock
I know just how Jackson felt, they analyze it all to death
We can only show you the visions that we’ve seen
Maybe words can’t contain, the things that we were born to say
The thing that really matters is truer than it seems
The family probably never knew that one so close could see right through
I guess it’s just our nature to kill what you can’t comprehend
Paint is just one brilliant way that God herself communicates
Comments on the culture and changes how we see
Like catabatic winds that blow touching everything we know
Affecting everything on earth with varied subtlety
The family probably never knew that one so close could see right through
I guess it’s just our nature to kill what you can’t comprehend
Welcome to the promised land where artists get a thorny crown
They’ll smile if they like your work and buy it when you’re dead
Someday I guess we’ll understand this force that guides a painter’s hands
Come to recognize that the truth sometimes lies
We’ll finally feel what it’s like to be free