Tism - Tonight Harry’s Practice Visits... lyrics

rate me

“This is my home.”

Charlie ‘Bird’ Parker, whilst injecting heroin.

Dr Harry’s gone sexy. Now it’s celebs

Told how to de-worm, not just some pleb

In a vinyl-filled home with a disordered pooch:

We now need a soap star to pick up the poop.

Celebs are like plumbers, or traders, or vets:

Everyday workers who, for some reason, get

Their heads onto TV – attention that’s fleeting,

Like the loony who speaks at every staff meeting.

Dirty’s the job, but there’s no need to do it –

Madonna’s a celeb, if only she knew it!

Too often, however, despite that they oughtn’t,

Celebs think they’re artists – far more important.

The outrage! The hunger! Like lions hunt fawn,

Celebs stalk respect from the moment they’re born,

Want Art’s greater glory in pre-packaged form:

Look profound, think nonsense; talk Shakespeare, act porn.

Ban make-up; go mystic; save species protected;

Turn Buddhist; eat sea-weed; write books; get elected;

Win Oscars; refuse ’em: there’s naught they won’t be

So they’re not just celebs for celebrity.

But an artist wants Art, not just the name –

Like Charlie ‘Bird’ Parker, fit in his vein,

Speaking a truth that’s the artist’s alone:

“This,” he said, showing: “this is my home.”