Revolt Into Style

How do you measure the rise and fall?
Of some great notion of some great work
In statues and paintings in music in books
In popular culture and in jokes

Discovery makes us hungry for more
We do just as we’re told and we’re given what for

Outsider artist comes in from the cold
Rock n roll rebel does just as he’s told
Lazy bohemians all turning their backs
So the fashionable mainstream can relax

Convert the alternatives market the name
God created the media to his eternal shame

The establishment groans like a bored professor
Sat on his knee is Jenny the Confessor
Telling the truth is a delicate art
Between parallel lines drawn on my heart

Such innocent dreams we had in our youth
Get replaced by the ugly spirit of truth
Oh yeah

There is no original work to be done
On a wing and a prayer and then it’s all gone
And we’re back to the drawing board once again
Cause you really don’t want to end up like them

Martine Maclaren, Angus Devine,
Vivienne Eastwood and Kimberly Kline,

Take back those compliments leave us alone
Cry the misunderstood from the celebrity zone
That wipes out the potency from their art
They’re just regular soap stars playing the part

And everyone’s guilty…..guilty to the core
In a mainstream mediocre meaningless war..
And everyone’s happy the establishment smile
As the shock of the new turns revolt into style
Oh yeah

So how do you measure the rise and fall
Of some great notion of some great work
In statues and paintings in music and books
In popular culture and in jokes

Discovery makes us hungry for more
We do just as we’re told or we’re given what for
And everyone’s happy and no ones on trial
As the shock of the new turns revolt into style



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