THE POWER OF THE ARTIST
v4
@Alfredo Assumpção
THE POWER OF THE ARTIST
v4
@Alfredo Assumpção
Songteksten
The white of the page is infinite. Always available for an artist.
There he creates with the ink of the pen or pencil or brush, great list.
Lovers in love, passions, pains with couples separating, tree breaking tree,
and the immense joy with returns, which strengthen the poetry,
the painting, the drawing, the prose and the poetic text becomes a beautiful tree.
Any color is welcome, arriving softly, asking permission to gently
Adorn with further embellishment what was already registered in beauty.
Whether in writing or in the figures sketched on paper.
Because behind the work there was the feeling of the artist in that paper
That will be recognized later, infinitely, on and on, later and later.
Then a thousand possibilities arise in the form of musicality
overflowing from the musician, creating the melody to whistle that musicality.
It is the musical composition that is born as an envelope of art
With another art, so popular, where everyone communes, nothing to be apart.
Thus are born the creatures that will coexist with ordinary people.
The artist's heart, grounded in soul and spirit, creates life for ordinary people.
Their feelings are distilled into a beautiful, inventive form fit in with people
It is then that the artist becomes a God in command of art. He’s gentlepeople.
The verses, the melody, the drawings, the painting... the creatures. All people.
Life is invented and reinvented every day, driven by inspiration.
We are stripped bare of our purest hidden feelings, as naked nation.
We no longer belong to ourselves, but to the artist, with his creation.
We, human beings, are there, the protagonists of art. In us incarnation.
Full of love to give and receive, and sometimes we don't even know it.
It is necessary for the artist to materialize us in their art. He knows it.
It is when we love more, with beautiful paths defined. As he does it.
On the white sheet of paper, a mere receiver of endless beauty.
It is when we all become infinite because we are engraved on paper. As that beauty.
Which will withstand time, being read and reread, admired eternally. Eternal beauty.
So is the power of the artist. Yes, Yeap, Yes… So is the power of the artist.
So is the power of the artist. Yes, Yeap, Yes… So is the power of the artist.
There he creates with the ink of the pen or pencil or brush, great list.
Lovers in love, passions, pains with couples separating, tree breaking tree,
and the immense joy with returns, which strengthen the poetry,
the painting, the drawing, the prose and the poetic text becomes a beautiful tree.
Any color is welcome, arriving softly, asking permission to gently
Adorn with further embellishment what was already registered in beauty.
Whether in writing or in the figures sketched on paper.
Because behind the work there was the feeling of the artist in that paper
That will be recognized later, infinitely, on and on, later and later.
Then a thousand possibilities arise in the form of musicality
overflowing from the musician, creating the melody to whistle that musicality.
It is the musical composition that is born as an envelope of art
With another art, so popular, where everyone communes, nothing to be apart.
Thus are born the creatures that will coexist with ordinary people.
The artist's heart, grounded in soul and spirit, creates life for ordinary people.
Their feelings are distilled into a beautiful, inventive form fit in with people
It is then that the artist becomes a God in command of art. He’s gentlepeople.
The verses, the melody, the drawings, the painting... the creatures. All people.
Life is invented and reinvented every day, driven by inspiration.
We are stripped bare of our purest hidden feelings, as naked nation.
We no longer belong to ourselves, but to the artist, with his creation.
We, human beings, are there, the protagonists of art. In us incarnation.
Full of love to give and receive, and sometimes we don't even know it.
It is necessary for the artist to materialize us in their art. He knows it.
It is when we love more, with beautiful paths defined. As he does it.
On the white sheet of paper, a mere receiver of endless beauty.
It is when we all become infinite because we are engraved on paper. As that beauty.
Which will withstand time, being read and reread, admired eternally. Eternal beauty.
So is the power of the artist. Yes, Yeap, Yes… So is the power of the artist.
So is the power of the artist. Yes, Yeap, Yes… So is the power of the artist.
Stijl van muziek
Funk and R&B – Man’s Voice – Baritone – Organ Hammond, synthesizers and Samplers, Drum Machine, Beatbox, Mesa Boog Bass-800, Piano, sax
