Lyrics of 'Night Sky' - This Gentle Flow 

 

As I lay lost in a dream

I heard my loves gentle voice

Whisper my name and my body rose

I searched for you while still in a peaceful slumber

Floating and weightless, so high don't ever want to come down.

 

With the grace of a dove I became one with the beauty of a night sky.

 

Through a cloud I saw a light shone a-bright.

It led me directly to you.

We danced with angels in Gods own playground

And we gathered stars and filled our hearts with their precious dazzling light

 

 

 

Lyrics of 'No Art' - This Gentle Flow 

 

We’re all living in a world of no art,

But if your too good looking your off to a flying start.

 

The ladies all smile when they look at my face,

But the arts all broken and it’s a total waste.

It took me 20 long years to find this god damn chord,

And when the masses get to hear it, it’ll knock them to the floor.

 

So I wear the right clothes and drink coffee beans,

I’ve got this great idea the world has never seen.

 

No Art

 

I’m too damn clever for my own home town,

My markets overseas and I’m going down.

 

No Art

 

And now if I paint a face on a stupid doll,

Two minutes out of my life and sell it to some ass hole.

 

No Art

 

So now I’m the new shade of black, smoked a heart attack,

 

I’m over the smack and I won’t look back.

 

No Art

 

I’ll never work another fucking day job again,

I’ll make art to the end, starve and learn the gentle art of Zen

 

Self promotion, self mutilation, innovation of your creation, high rotation, leading to elation, and ego inflation. Deconstruction, collaboration, excremental suffocation, conceptual abstraction, non conformist animation, avante gard experimentation, post modern impression expression internal ejaculation, all just verbal masturbation.

 

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Now I’m lying in my grave and I’m pitch black dead,

There’s no art anymore putting pressure on my head.

 

No Art

 

My bones have turned to dust and I hope and I trust,

That all the art I’ve created is dissected and debated.

 

No Art

But there are no records in no books that say my name,

There’s no art anymore it was all in vein.