Songtext zu 'United In Distaste' von Stary Musical

Mais oui, who's this?
Another painter in town
I think it's Theo's brother, you can tell by the frown
Good man, what's your name?

And what have you got?

Just my
Painting? How lovely

I'll go find it a spot
I'm Vincent Van Gogh
Yeah, we know who you are

You do?
It's true

Grab a glass from the bar
Raw talent, no doubt, but your palette is hard
You need
Softness
More angles
Oh, shut up Bernard
Right here, add more yellow, this section's too dark

My brother had mentioned in passing remark that

We'd help you? No worries
It's because we're nice
Sit back, have a drink
See, we're full of advice
Inspiration's around any corner
You never know what you may find

For every madam or monsieur has a story to tell with more wine
In absinthe's absence you'll see
There's no abstinence ever for me
Does my brush make you blush from my objects of lust?
'Cause the busts that I paint are divine

There's no guilt or chagrin
In the doctrine of Gauguin
Mon ami, mes amis, few and far between
Raise your glass for life

La vie

You're the rich one, Paul, so you buy us the beer
And how's your wife and child you haven't seen in a year?

I'll admit, I'm a savage

We've heard this before
Is savage the word?

Maybe it's whore
Alright Calm your tempers
For now we're all friends
I'll just pray for your soul
As the good lord intends

We paint our destiny incessantly
So loud and unrefined
United in distaste we will embrace
The madness of the grind
Or lose our mind

We have crédos too
All of us
Ugh, que la fou

Toulouse-Lautrec is all about contour
And speaks in the third person
Hic What about you, monsieur?
I believe in

Contrast, symbols grounded in truth
Something real and authentic

Where's the vermouth?

Emile is too simplistic
Hey, my topics are vast

At least it's not a dancer or a big horse's ass

All of you argue like children
Thanks, Grandpa Pissarro

Glad you told us now, 'cause you might die tomorrow
He's aging with grace
Oh, Madame Morisot
Has your head grown in size or is it just your chapeau?

Speaking of size

Okay
My friends, I really hate to mother
But you're at my café, and you need each other

We paint our destiny allegedly
Together, non-aligned
United in distaste we will embrace
The madness of our kind
Or lose our mind

We say that it's a brotherhood
But we're all full of shit

He's right
It's you or me, my work or yours
Much more than we'd admit
And Vincent van Gogh, what of you?

We're your confidants
What's your style?
What's your vision?
Yes, what do you want?
What do you want?

What do I want?
I want our brushstrokes to be interwoven
Before we're condemned to a future that's broken
Where all of our colors and thoughts and emotion
Give us the strength against all our erosion
A canvas with a key
To finally set us free

To finally set us free
We paint our destiny with ecstasy
To change all humankind
United in distaste we will embrace
The madness we designed
Or lose our mind

Shut up
Or lose our mind