Monday, May 14, 2007

The Semiology of Cyndi Lauper

I come home in the morning light
My art dealer says when you gonna live your life right
Oh curator dear were not the fortunate ones
And beuys they want to have fun
Oh beuys just want to have fun

The phone rings in the middle of the night
Dakis Ioannou yells what you gonna do with your life
Oh Daki dear you know youre still number one
But beuys they want to have fun
Oh beuys just want to have--

Thats all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Beuys-- they want to have fun
Oh beuys just want to have fun

for Bwana

4 Comments:

Anonymous ninny the 3rd said...

dear diary, 14/05/2007, 18:00 pm

once upon a time in exhibitionLand
the curator’s kept the cure for themselves
and the beuys kept the fun for themselves
and the rest just had to wondor
keeping that wonder for themselves
how everyone lived happily ever after, and after, and after

6:14 PM  
Anonymous Talbert said...

Every time I hear the word "culture", I reach out for my credit card...

10:06 PM  
Anonymous culture tart said...

thank god u do, what would I do without you?

10:29 PM  
Anonymous Tallis said...

No need to worry - there's a sucker born every minute...

9:08 PM  

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