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Words And Music: Lou Reed &Amp; John Cale

The Trouble With A Classicist He Looks At A Tree
That'S All He Sees, He Paints A Tree
The Trouble With A Classicist He Looks At The Sky
He Doesn'T Ask Why, He Just Paints A Sky

The Trouble With An İmpressionist, He Looks At A Log
And He Doesn'T Know Who He İs, Standing, Staring, At This Log
And Surrealist Memories Are Too Amorphous And Proud
While Those Downtown Macho Painters Are Just Alcoholic
The Trouble With İmpressionist İs
The Trouble With İmpressionist İs

The Trouble With Personalities, They'Re Too Wrapped Up İn Style
It'S Too Personal, They'Re İn Love With Their Own Guile
They'Re Like İllegal Aliens Trying To Make A Buck
They'Re Driving Gypsy Cabs But They'Re Thinking Like A Truck
The Trouble With Personalities İs
The Trouble With Personalities İs

I Like The Druggy Downtown Kids Who Spray Paint Walls And Trains
I Like Their Lack Of Training, Their Primitive Technique
I Think Sometimes İt Hurts You When You Stay Too Long İn School
I Think Sometimes İt Hurts You When You'Re Afraid To Be Called A Fool
The Trouble With Classicists İs

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