Lyrics
I Am Picasso
© 1992 D.A.Clark
I love a woman dressed in red,
She rents a room inside my head
On winters nights she shares my bed,
And we make love
Though I've tried to paint her inwardly,
She always tends to look like me
And asks if I would set her free,
So I say go!
But just a moment I'm confused,
Just which of us is being used
And how am I supposed to grow,
Christ Almighty I don't know
I just know
I am Puccini, I am Caruso, I am Fellini,
I am Picasso
I am Polanski, I am da Vinci, I am Dvorak,
I am Rossini
So we paint ourselves a picture,
Of a world we think the world will want
But I always find the colours tend to run
So we write ourselves an opera,
That we're sure the world will want
But singing every part's no longer fun,
But she says, just a moment I'm confused Just which of us is being abused
And how am I supposed to grow,
Christ almighty I don't know
I just know
I am Puccini, I am Caruso, I am Fellini,
I am Picasso
I am Polanski, I am da Vinci, I am Dvorak,
I am Rossini
I am De Bono, I am Debussy, I'm Pavarotti, And Paganini
I am Neruda, I am McCartney, I am Lascaris, And Sarasvarti
I am Tchaikovsky, I am Vivaldi, Modigliani, And Beno Gili
I am Kupe, I am Batutta, and Ramakrishna, And Yogananda
I'm Richard Wagner, and Paracelsus,
I am Stravinsky, and Stradivari
I am Verdi, Mahatma Gandhi,
And Allan Parsons, and Garry Larson
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