Under the cover of darkness, a glimpse.

Story of An Artist
Daniel Johnston

Listen up and I'll tell a story
about an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
others aren't so bold

And everyone in friends and family
saying, "Hey, go get a job
Why do you only do that only
Why are you so odd?

We don't really like what you do
We don't think anyone ever will
It's a problem that you have
And this problem's made you ill."

The artist walks among the flowers
Appreciating the sun
He's out there all his waking hours
Oh, and who's to say he's wrong?

But the artist walks alone
And someone says behind his back
"He's got some gall to call himself that
He doesn't even know where he's at."

And they sit in front of their tv
Saying, "Hey, isn't this a lot of fun?"
And they laugh at the artist
Saying, "He doesn't know how to have fun."

Listen up and I'll tell a story
About an artist growing old
Some would try for fame and glory
Others like to watch the world.

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Vincent O'Brien
M. Ward

He only sings when he's sad
and he's sad all the time so he sings the whole night through
Yeah, he sings in the daytime too

He only dreams when he's sad
and he's sad all the time so he dreams the whole night through
Yeah, he dreams in the daytime too

There may be mermaids under the water
There may even be a man on the moon
But Vincent, time is running out
You better get yourself together soon

Out of Buffalo, the man
Below the belt he swung, and then after the bell has rung
Another cheap shot, here it comes

He only laughs when he's sad
and he's sad all the time so he laughs the night through
Yeah, he laughs in the daytime too

There may be mermaids under the water
There may even be a man on the moon
But Vincent, time is running out
I hope you get yourself together soon

I hope you get yourself together soon.