Dillemanns Clarity

[Verse 1]
One day, I got this clip
It was from a friend of mine
His name is BB he's a writer
I met a painter who was talking about art
A voice so confident and strong
From the heart
With the clarity of a man
Who goes for experience, in its truest sense
You can't create the art sublime
In your spare time

[Chorus]
We all have sparks
You compromise in life, but not in art
He said

[Post-Chorus]
(Red boxing gloves)
(His punching bag hurts)
(His body firm)
(He's punching harder)

[Verse 2]
A part-time painter is the worst
The people who arе partly anything
They are the worst kind

You havе to try to be the whole, you have to sacrifice
But the biggest sacrifice is being half
His muscles are contracting, they emphasise everything that he is saying
No philosophy, just his truth
(w a t c h ? v = h C e M g t o R a g o)

[Chorus]
We all have sparks
You compromise in life, but not in art
(So sublime)
In your spare time
We all have sparks
You compromise in life, but not in art
He said

[Post-Chorus]
(Red boxing gloves)
(His punching bag hurts)
(His body firm)
(He's punching harder)
(Red boxing gloves)
(His punching bag hurts)
(His body firm)
(He's punching hard)

[Chorus]
We all have sparks
You compromise in life, but not in art
(So sublime)
In your spare time
We all have sparks
You compromise in life, but not in art
(So sublime)

[Bridge]
(Red boxing gloves)
Being trendy means dying a little
(His punching bag hurts)
You don't have to be hip, you just have to know poetry
(His body firm)
Anything that stands the turning of time
To create the art sublime

(It's gonna take more of your time)

Seeing modern art, of course as modern as possible
They don't want to seem like old farts
This is causing all the people to walk past the trees
Without seeing art
He said