Chris Rea
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Chris Rea
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Michael Angelo sold me a picture
I told him my friends where all fans
The real thing Da Vinci he told me
But the blue bits came off in my hands
Now the teacher won't let us choose
But if art tries to win, it will lose
And I'm standing on the corner
With renaissance blues
I got a friend there, he's called Valentino
He chewed it up and he spit it out
He rolled it around in the brown dirt
He said I'll show you what renaissance is really all about
He says there ain't nothing to lose
But old stuff can never be news
And I'm standing on the corner
With those old renaissance blues
You got to dig till you can't see the blue sky
You got to run till there's nothing ahead
You got to tear up everything that they told you
Steal their shoes while they sleep in your bed
Now Michael Angelo, he needed to go straight
Valentine, he couldn't care less
Truth needed lies, just to be here
And art needed truth to confess
You dream while he's stealing your shoes
Valentino leaves them looking for clues
Now I'm standing on the corner with
Those renaissance blues