Trouble With Classicists Lyrics - John Cale

Words and music: lou reed & john cale 

The trouble with a classicist he looks at a tree 

That's all he sees, he paints a tree 

The trouble with a classicist he looks at the sky 

He doesn't ask why, he just paints a sky 

The trouble with an impressionist, he looks at a log 

And he doesn't know who he is, standing, staring, at this log 

And surrealist memories are too amorphous and proud 

While those downtown macho painters are just alcoholic 

The trouble with impressionist is 

The trouble with impressionist is 

The trouble with personalities, they're too wrapped up in style 

It's too personal, they're in love with their own guile 

They're like illegal aliens trying to make a buck 

They're driving gypsy cabs but they're thinking like a truck 

The trouble with personalities is 

The trouble with personalities is 

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I like the druggy downtown kids who spray paint walls and trains 

I like their lack of training, their primitive technique 

I think sometimes it hurts you when you stay too long in school 

I think sometimes it hurts you when you're afraid to be called a fool 

The trouble with classicists is 

The trouble with classicists is 

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