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industrial electronic electronica artsy-fartsy
I'm sick, so I'm physically unable to do the lyrics. Sucks. Oh well, watch this space and I'll update it with vocals so you can hear how it's supposed to sound.
If anyone wants to do vocals let me know and I'll let you know where they go.
He was a god in Brooklyn
A god who walked among men
He wrote his bible on his paintings and the walls and anything
And all he ever wanted was to hear his muse sing
And all he ever asked for, all he ever asked for was heroin
He died old he died young he died rich he died poor
But he died
But was he finished?
That's not for any mortal to decide
So they summoned him up
They called him up to the sun
And even Andy Warhol knew
He was the chosen one
Basquiat
They say SAMO
They called him SAMO
They say SAMO
They say SAMO IS DEAD
An old soul in a young shell
He went along for the ride
But he steered it into the next world
In too short a time
He's looking over us all
Even in this state
He's still painting his words
Painting his words on heaven's gate
Basquiat