Venice

Lyrics

Maestro, as you paint this picture would you
 tell me what - what's going on
 in your mind.
 Now the cross, the mystical, vertical cross.
 Out of black paint,
 (... via con questo coso per... cortesia...)
 a cros comes down from the top left hand
 side of the canvas.
 (via con quella testa per cortesia!)
 he has just thrown a bunch of gold paint
 which has not only hit me in the face
 (... ostia...)
 but has gone across the canvas to the
 applause of the crowd below.
 (... calma... aspetta... ahó aspetta cazoo, eh...
 adesso, aspetta!)
 now some black paint
 (... giù con quella test! giù la testa nico... via
 via con quel coso lí porcoddio...)
 This is the head, this is the head -
 this is the head of the black death.
 The canvas and the photographers are
 covered with paint.
 I might add, its black paint and gold paint on
 a white canvas.
 (... un pochettino un pochettino! cosí cosí dai!
 pií in lá!)
 (crowd)
 that was a - a big slash of paint.
 What is this.
 (Ah aaah ah ah (dialetto) è bellissimo? non
 va piè via... (dialetto) guarda,
 No, no, no! Eeehh!)
 Now he got even with the photographers who
 have been covering the canvas,
 And opens the canvas and out comes twelve
 pigeons! Ha ha ha!
 Twelve homing pigeons have just flown out of
 the canvas.
 Maestro, what are you doing?
 (applause)
 You call this painting...
 Le Lion de St. Mark.
 The lion of St. Mark
 Hommage à Venice.
 Homage to Venice, the home (ha ha) of the
 lion of St. Mark.

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Duration
01:44
Key
1
Tempo
102 BPM

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