Trouble with Classicists

Trouble with Classicists - Lou Reed (婁.裡德)/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 the sky

The trouble with an impressionist

He looks at a log he doesn't know who he is standing staring at this log

And surrealist memories are too amorphous and proud

While those downtown macho painters are just alcoholic

That's the trouble with impressionists

That's the trouble with impressionists

That's the trouble with impressionists

That's the trouble with impressionists

The trouble with personalities they're too wrapped up in style

It's too personal they're in love with their own guile

They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck

They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck

That's the trouble with personalities

That's the trouble with personalities

That's the trouble with personalities

That's the trouble with personalities

I like the ****** downtown kids who spray paint walls and trains

I like their lack of training their primitive technique

I think sometimes it hurts you when you stay too long in school

I think sometimes it hurts you when you're afraid to be called a fool

That's the trouble with classicists

That's the trouble with classicists

That's the trouble with classicists

That's the trouble with classicists