No Life Lyrics > Sunday in the Park With George

[[Jules]]
Ahh...

[[Yvonne]]
Ooh...

[[Jules]]
Mmm...

[[Yvonne]]
Oh, dear.

[[Jules]]
Oh, my.

[[Yvonne]]
Oh, my dear.

[[Jules]]
It has no prescence.

[[Yvonne]]
No passion.

[[Jules]]
No life.
It's neither pastoral
Nor lyrical.

[[Yvonne]]
You don't suppose that it's satirical?

[[Jules]]
Just density
Without intensity-

[[Yvonne]]
No life.
Boys with their clothes off-

[[Jules]]
I must paint a factory next!

[[Yvonne]]
It's so mechanical.

[[Jules]]
Methodical.

[[Yvonne]]
It might be in some dreary
Socialistic periodical.

[[Jules]]
Good.

[[Yvonne]]
So drab, so cold.

[[Jules]]
And so controlled.

[[Both]]
No life.

[[Jules]]
His touch is too deliberate, somehow.

[[Yvonne]]
The dog.

[[Jules]]
These things get hung-

[[Yvonne]]
Mmm.

[[Jules]]
And then they're gone.

[[Yvonne]]
Ahhh...
Of course he's young-

[[Jules]]
Hmm?

[[Yvonne]]
But getting on.

[[Jules]]
Oh...
All mind, no heart.
No life in his art.

[[Yvonne]]
No life in his life-

[[Both]]
No-
Life.
Last Update: December, 23rd 2013