Story Behind The Song
A slightly jaundiced view of the integrity of the world of contemporary art--based on a few parties on Queen Street West in Toronto, where people can confuse Art and Commerce--not unlike the music biz.
Song Description
12-bar blues, with gritty harp, and a jazzy guitar fused with a Hiphop Jazz rhythm section.
| Song Length |
3:00 |
Genre |
Blues - Modern, Jazz - Modern |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cool |
Subject |
Artist, Conformity |
| Similar Artists |
Tom Waits, John Mayer |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
There you are, all dressed in black,
Your hair's an inspiring sight.
The rips in your jeans are artfully placed,
You're accessorized just right.
You know just how to look and speak
You know how to play the part.
But let me tell you something that you don't know,
That's fashion, it ain't art.
You know all the right names to drop,
You've got the jargon down.
Your work is seen by the people who count,
In all the right parts of town.
Every thing you do is politically correct,
You've learned the part by heart.
But let me tell you something that you don't know--
That's fashion, it ain't art.
You know you've got something real to say,
If you only get the chance,
But for now you have to make your name,
before you take a stance.
You think you need security--
Be safe before you start.
But let me tell you something that you don't know--
That's business--it ain't art.