Van Gogh

Van Gogh - Pony Bradshaw

Lyrics by：James Bradshaw

Composed by：James Bradshaw

I had a dream that I was Van Gogh

Living like a vandal

In my tiny castle

I painted portraits of a morning

Coffee with my Lord

He's still missing his girl Mary

Oh we're talking dirty now

I like it when we move like that

Oh we're shaping little lies

On the tips of our tongues

Where you at

Where you at

She fancied herself a Rimbaud

Coming out that swamp slow

Her head up in the cosmos

She's got them absinthe eyes I told you

She's trying to break that mold fool

I need a little strange fruit

Oh we're talking dirty now

I like it when we move like that

Oh we're shaping little lies

On the tips of our tongues

Where you at

Where you at

Ooh where you at

Ooh where you at

Ooh where you at

Ooh where you at

I drink the blues with my bourbon

Jimmy Reed's a sermon

Little rain a thundering

I stood up and started singing

I got all this feeling

I'm swinging from the ceiling