Four Portraits
Vansire"Four Portraits" is a song by Vansire, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:11 long and contains 33 lines and 181 words.
Lyrics
0:01There's Arnold
0:03With his back to me
0:07Wandering down through an ill-lit street
0:11I'm curious
0:13And would like to entreat
0:16Is it inspiration or self-defeat
0:23And from the corner his figure fades
0:34And should I follow or retrograde
0:43There's Anton
0:45With a furrowed brow
0:49A crooked finger and non-plussed scowl
0:53There's symmetry
0:56He will soon endow
1:00Crafting tone rows with his head faced down
1:06If I seek pleasure in melody
1:16Have I betrayed best tendencies
1:25Oh Alban
1:28We part our hair the same
1:32Posing next to a drawer and frame
1:36At 23 and two years of age
1:42Your work is tasteful your life's urbane
1:48As for the despot's who bring you down
1:59A century later they're still around
2:10And so I sit by the window sill
2:15Feeling sad the questions linger still
2:20I'm trying to decide if it's fake or real
2:31I'm all alone
2:33In a noisy throng
2:39Nameless and ageless all strung along
2:43Nobody else can name this song
2:51Mispronunciations and words spelled wrong
2:58At times like these I think I'm on my own
3:11A new self-portrait of my own
There's Arnold With his back to me Wandering down through an ill-lit street I'm curious And would like to entreat Is it inspiration or self-defeat And from the corner his figure fades And should I follow or retrograde There's Anton With a furrowed brow A crooked finger and non-plussed scowl There's symmetry He will soon endow Crafting tone rows with his head faced down If I seek pleasure in melody Have I betrayed best tendencies Oh Alban We part our hair the same Posing next to a drawer and frame At 23 and two years of age Your work is tasteful your life's urbane As for the despot's who bring you down A century later they're still around And so I sit by the window sill Feeling sad the questions linger still I'm trying to decide if it's fake or real I'm all alone In a noisy throng Nameless and ageless all strung along Nobody else can name this song Mispronunciations and words spelled wrong At times like these I think I'm on my own A new self-portrait of my own
Translation
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