Content Conman - Cursive

When films were more than just reboots for tickets

Commerce has turned a corner

Artistry’s crammed in the backseat

One is content and one’s commercial, I suppose

Which is content and which is commercial?

I don’t know

Throwing a guilty party, eating crow out on the balcony

Crying, «listen to me!»

They killed the radio station long ago

They’re killing the brick and mortar nice and slow

We’re slumming in an art form

Based on the three minute earworm

One is content and one’s commercial, I suppose

Which is content and which is commercial?

I don’t know

Stuck at this guilty party, struck by a plaque in the bathroom

It quipped, «Art is Pure Shit»

Oh god, to write with no audience in mind

Oh god, to write just because you have to write

It’s a fool’s errand at best

Lest you commit to your base self — art is pure shit

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