Letra de Classic Objects
There was a painter in my first studio space that I remember
She used to attach her own hair onto her paintings
They were stacked in the hallway
She used to attach her own hair onto her paintings
They were stacked in the hallway
Depicting faces desperate, but hopeful
A row of death masks fusing life and death together
I mean, life and art, or is it death?
Or maybe it's just me?
At times, I have been obsessed with connecting to materials and textures
And I dreamt of having a face made of marble
A face made of marble
A face made of marble
How do you kiss, how do you kiss a piece of marble or a piece of gold?
I've always tried, I've always tried to prove that I'm the living
Connecting dead parts, dead parts, dead parts
Once I tried acting
I was the virgin in the cast, like I wasn't quite human
Performing alabaster, an empty canvas
The shape around the others
In a silent pageant away from emotion
Now I rearrange objects that my friend made for my show
I'm not sure if these are art or just stuff she made for me
But I rearrange them on the countertop like I'm examining a stage plot
Working on my performance
Examining the borders, the borders
Living my text
Two dead parts (Two dead parts)
Two still-lifes (Two still-lifes)
A row of death masks fusing life and death together
I mean, life and art, or is it death?
Or maybe it's just me?
At times, I have been obsessed with connecting to materials and textures
And I dreamt of having a face made of marble
A face made of marble
A face made of marble
How do you kiss, how do you kiss a piece of marble or a piece of gold?
I've always tried, I've always tried to prove that I'm the living
Connecting dead parts, dead parts, dead parts
Once I tried acting
I was the virgin in the cast, like I wasn't quite human
Performing alabaster, an empty canvas
The shape around the others
In a silent pageant away from emotion
Now I rearrange objects that my friend made for my show
I'm not sure if these are art or just stuff she made for me
But I rearrange them on the countertop like I'm examining a stage plot
Working on my performance
Examining the borders, the borders
Living my text
Two dead parts (Two dead parts)
Two still-lifes (Two still-lifes)
