Lyrics No Life - Charles Kimbrough feat. Dana Ivey

Ahh...
Ooh...
Mmm...
Oh, dear.
Oh, my.
Oh, my dear.
It has no presence.
No passion.
No life.
Ahaha!
It's neither pastoral
Nor lyrical.
You don't suppose that it's satirical?
Hm? Oh!
Laugh
Just density
Without intensity--
No life.
Boys with their clothes off--
I must paint a factory next!
Ahahaha!
It's so mechanical.
Mm-mm-mm!
Methodical.
It might be in some dreary
Socialistic periodical.
Good.
So drab, so cold.
And so controlled.
No life.
His touch is too deliberate, somehow.
The dog.
Ahahahahahaha!
These things get hung--
Mmm.
And then they're gone.
Ahh...
Of course he's young--
Hmm?
But getting on.
Oh.
All mind no heart.
No life in his art.
No life in his life.
No...
Life.