歌词
Ahh!
Ooh!
Oh, my!
Oh, dear!
Oh!
Oh, my dear!
It has no presence
No passion
No life
It's neither pastoral
Nor lyrical
You don't suppose that it's satirical?
Just density
Without intensity
No life
Boys with their clothes off.
I must paint a factory next!
It's so mechanical
Methodical
It might be in some dreary
Socialistic periodical
Good.
So drab, so cold
And so controlled
No life
His touch is too deliberate, somehow.
Oh, the dog!
These things get hung
Ahh.
And then they're gone
Hmm.
Of course he's young
Uhh...
But getting on
Ah.
All mind, no heart
No life in his art
No life in his life
No life