The Infamous Myth
The Infamous Myth
I was once in thrall to the infamous myth
Of the artiste souffrant,
But I’ve come ultimately to see it
The Infamous Myth
I was once in thrall to the infamous myth
Of the artiste souffrant,
But I’ve come ultimately to see it
The Artist and his Luckless Wife They lead a horrid haunted life, Surrounded by the things he's made That are not wanted by the trade
The world is very fair to see; The Artist will not let it be; He fiddles with the works of God, And makes th...
Mr T
bareheaded in a soiled undershirthis hair standing out on all sides stood on his toesheels together arms gracefully for the momentcurled above his head
Then he whirled about boundedinto the air and with an entrechat perfectly achiev...