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  • He talks a lot but never talks to anyone at all
    He shakes his fists at busses and old posters on the walls
    He knows someone who knew something about J.F.K.
    But his friends are just the shadows in the halls and alleyways
    The rumbling frozen pipes whisper secrets in the night
    In the coffee grounds, his fingers sketch a portrait of his wife
    She knew the legal eagle when his wings swept through the stars
    Before he shut the furnace down and sealed away his heart
    chorus:
    It's Gauguin gone Hollywood again
    A sleeping giant inside a rabbit's skin
    Tahitian doors beyond the painted veil
    Another simple mind adrift
    Like Gauguin going Hollywood again
    The day lacks color, days are duller than a butter knife
    Rusty water running through hands out of touch with life
    A man of independent means, he'd have us all believe
    A soul who throws his wings away before he goes to sleep
    (repeat chorus)
    If only for a moment, the dead weight were alive
    An invitation for the flame to shine a light inside
    Illuminating darkness, giving him release
    Then someday in his trash can we'll find a masterpiece
    (repeat chorus)
    Like Gauguin going Hollywood again
  • He talks a lot but never talks to anyone at all
    He shakes his fists at busses and old posters on the walls
    He knows someone who knew something about J.F.K.
    But his friends are just the shadows in the halls and alleyways
    The rumbling frozen pipes whisper secrets in the night
    In the coffee grounds, his fingers sketch a portrait of his wife
    She knew the legal eagle when his wings swept through the stars
    Before he shut the furnace down and sealed away his heart
    chorus:
    It's Gauguin gone Hollywood again
    A sleeping giant inside a rabbit's skin
    Tahitian doors beyond the painted veil
    Another simple mind adrift
    Like Gauguin going Hollywood again
    The day lacks color, days are duller than a butter knife
    Rusty water running through hands out of touch with life
    A man of independent means, he'd have us all believe
    A soul who throws his wings away before he goes to sleep
    (repeat chorus)
    If only for a moment, the dead weight were alive
    An invitation for the flame to shine a light inside
    Illuminating darkness, giving him release
    Then someday in his trash can we'll find a masterpiece
    (repeat chorus)
    Like Gauguin going Hollywood again