The Art of the Artist

Untie my hands – I need blood to my fingers
Unlock my door – I just gotta get out of here
Unclose your eyes – can’t you see what I’m fighting for
Don’t speak my name – Just let me walk away…

See my creation a pure thing of beauty
Ten versions before have been destroyed in my mind
Time to turn it over mass produce the product
Each one sickens me more they’re disgusting and vile

Hear my prayer for the art of the artist
May you find your way to your true destiny
Like the dancers plea to the gods with their bodies
Say: I’ll not create art for anyone but me

Slave to the grind searching for recognition
You’ve blown it already it’s tasteless and bland
You’ll never see anything more beautiful
Than the things you’ve created destroyed where you stand

My conflict within surely must be self evident
There’s nothing I crave more than a cheer when I’m done
I realize the performance is purely technical
But the music’s alive, given birth by someone

Hear my prayer for the art of the artist
May the gods see the vision you’re trying to have
Grant power to find the truth and the meaning…
Hear my prayer for the art of the artist
Untie my hands I need blood to my fingers
Unlock my door I just gotta get out of here
Unclose your eyes, can’t you see what I’m fighting for
Don’t speak my name – Just let me walk away…

 

(c)4/8/98 Ian Shires

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