《Michaelangelo》歌词

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Michaelangelo - Slapp Happy[00:00:00]

Lying back to paint upon the ceiling[00:00:04]

No he never uses black just the colours of his feelings[00:00:08]

He delineates saints on a sepia ground[00:00:11]

His tamper like his paints is albumen bound[00:00:15]

Work and toil well he ain't no dilettante[00:00:19]

He conceives in oil and vatican chianti[00:00:23]

The rumour's out his hobby is dissection[00:00:42]

And there ain't no doubt he knows the body to perfection[00:00:45]

Fourteen lines that's what makes a sonnet[00:00:57]

It even rhymes[00:01:00]

Buonarroti's working on it[00:01:02]

Through the streets stricken by the urchins[00:01:12]

Wrapped in sheets round the town he's lurching[00:01:16]

Lurching to the church heavy with a vision[00:01:19]

Continuing his search though they come with their derision[00:01:23]

All his works you just gotta see 'em[00:01:27]

Ask the clerks at your neighborhood museum[00:01:31]

Pope's on the phone calling Buonarroti[00:01:50]

But he's not home he's gone a little potty[00:01:53]

He's off again waving paints and brushes[00:02:05]

Round the bend to wind up in the rushes[00:02:08]

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