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Art’s Making
Strum that guitar one more time
Keep having a good time
Sing those words of life to me
And we’ll do our best to keep the beat
Get out on the dance floor
Move your ass
Til it can’t move no more
Drink and sing of the good times
And enjoy the beauty of the song’s rhymes
In the dark in the pain
In our soul’s sweet disdain
Words of beauty form again
Tell of the pain that’s within
On a canvas oh so bight
Color the feelings
Of the soul’s flight
Upon into the sky we
defy the gravity
Of the world’s reality
It’s the beauty it’s the chaos
Found in each one of us
Its art simple and plain
Its expression of our domain
It is power it is weakness
That is ours to confess
In the hour of the soul’s breaking
In the hour of our soul’s making
That’s the hour of art’s making
