's that she's tryin' to show me ? What's that you're tryin' to show me ? Picasso moon, shattered light Diamond bullets ripping up the night Picasso moon
The woman that I love is forty feet tall She's a movie star, she's all in the papers And everywhere I go, people hand me quarters And they pat me on the
I'm a blue period Picasso stuck on a wall In the middle of a hall in Barcelona Trying to figure out how to get down 'Cause this solitude is bringing me
angels eat their grapes I watched Picasso Visit 'The Planet Of The Apes' As the masters rot on walls And the angels eat their grapes I watched Picasso, Pablo Picasso
I sit and watch the river flow And if I lose you on a turn Or stopping at the yellow glow I'll meet you back right here Same time tomorrow night Inside Picasso
it again Play it on Picasso's mandolin Like Picasso said before he died ?There?s one more paintin' I'd like to try? Well, the doctor held his breath And then Picasso
Here I sit alone at the window The rain falls down on the glass in the cold All my life I've been waiting for this moment It never came, maybe it never
We all have secret lives In our secret rooms Living in our movies Humming our own tunes Living life in camera When the night is closing dovn Sliding
Always let you down Always fooled around Always stealing your own way Life just seems too short Life lived in the dirt Kicked in the theet Is what you
Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh When I was younger I thought, I believed That to kill or be killed was a thing to be proud of Victim of change, prisoner
There's a secret that we all share In the darkest hours of the night You can swear on your Bible Or cut the throat of your rival I've been taking my
You can sail in the desert with a ship of fools You can smuggle in Moses and his book of rules But you can't take a mother and give her back her son Hey
Laughing in the hiding bush There's a sinister game that children play When they get to the end of each school day They spend their lives getting ready
(woo, hey) Mira, mira, mira, andale, andale, yeah-ow! [spoken:] With a sense of irony, everyone you see Is chasing their illusions Take a dive, or sink
Shoot, shoot Shoot all the clowns, yeah Shoot, shoot Shoot all the clowns Shoot, shoot, yeah I've been down at the crazy house I've been playing with
For too long now There were secrets in my mind For too long now There were things I should have said In the darkness I was stumbling for the door To find
Well some people try to pick up girls This never happened to Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And get called assholes So Pablo Picasso was
words what my heart feels? It's the deepest thing when somebody you love dies I just wanted to give something back to you Gift to gift, Michael, Michael Picasso