United In Distaste

Mais oui, who's this?

Another painter in town

I think it's Theo's brother, you can tell by the frown

Good man, what's your name?

And what have you got?

Just my

Painting? How lovely

I'll go find it a spot

I'm Vincent Van Gogh

Yeah, we know who you are

You do?

It's true

Grab a glass from the bar

Raw talent, no doubt, but your palette is hard

You need

Softness

More angles

Oh, shut up Bernard

Right here, add more yellow, this section's too dark

My brother had mentioned in passing remark that

We'd help you? No worries

It's because we're nice

Sit back, have a drink

See, we're full of advice

Inspiration's around any corner

You never know what you may find

For every madam or monsieur has a story to tell with more wine

In absinthe's absence you'll see

There's no abstinence ever for me

Does my brush make you blush from my objects of lust?

'Cause the busts that I paint are divine

There's no guilt or chagrin

In the doctrine of Gauguin

Mon ami, mes amis, few and far between

Raise your glass for life

La vie

You're the rich one, Paul, so you buy us the beer

And how's your wife and child you haven't seen in a year?

I'll admit, I'm a savage

We've heard this before

Is savage the word?

Maybe it's whore

Alright Calm your tempers

For now we're all friends

I'll just pray for your soul

As the good lord intends

We paint our destiny incessantly

So loud and unrefined

United in distaste we will embrace

The madness of the grind

Or lose our mind

We have crédos too

All of us

Ugh, que la fou

Toulouse-Lautrec is all about contour

And speaks in the third person

Hic What about you, monsieur?

I believe in

Contrast, symbols grounded in truth

Something real and authentic

Where's the vermouth?

Emile is too simplistic

Hey, my topics are vast

At least it's not a dancer or a big horse's ass

All of you argue like children

Thanks, Grandpa Pissarro

Glad you told us now, 'cause you might die tomorrow

He's aging with grace

Oh, Madame Morisot

Has your head grown in size or is it just your chapeau?

Speaking of size

Okay

My friends, I really hate to mother

But you're at my café, and you need each other

We paint our destiny allegedly

Together, non-aligned

United in distaste we will embrace

The madness of our kind

Or lose our mind

We say that it's a brotherhood

But we're all full of shit

He's right

It's you or me, my work or yours

Much more than we'd admit

And Vincent van Gogh, what of you?

We're your confidants

What's your style?

What's your vision?

Yes, what do you want?

What do you want?

What do I want?

I want our brushstrokes to be interwoven

Before we're condemned to a future that's broken

Where all of our colors and thoughts and emotion

Give us the strength against all our erosion

A canvas with a key

To finally set us free

To finally set us free

We paint our destiny with ecstasy

To change all humankind

United in distaste we will embrace

The madness we designed

Or lose our mind

Shut up

Or lose our mind