Tom: Am
Em Dm
There's Arnold
Em Dm7
With his back to me
C Dm Em Dm7
Wandering down through an ill-lit street
Em Dm
I'm curious
Em Dm7
And would like to entreat
C Dm Em Dm7
Is it inspiration or self-defeat
Gm7 C7 Fmaj7
And from the corner his figure fades
Fm A#7 D#maj7 G
And should I follow or retrograde
C Dm
There's Anton
Em Dm
With a furrowed brow
C Dm Em Dm7
A crooked finger and non-plussed scowl
C Dm
There's symmetry
Em Dm7
He will soon endow
C Dm Em Dm7
Crafting tone rows with his head faced down
Gm C7 Fmaj7
If I seek pleasure in melody
Fm A#7 D#maj7 G
Have I betrayed best tendencies
C Dm
Oh Alban
Em Dm7
We part our hair the same
C Dm Em Dm
Posing next to a drawer and frame
C Dm Em Dm
At 23 and two years of age
C Dm Em Dm7
Your work is tasteful your life's urbane
Gm7 C7 Fmaj7
As for the despot's who bring you down
Fm A#7 Gm
A century later they're still around
F#m Bm Bm/E
And so I sit by the window sill
Bm/D Bm/G#
Feeling sad, the questions linger still
G Gm7
I'm trying to decide if it's fake or real
D Em
I'm all alone
F#m Em7
In a noisy throng
D Em F#m Em7
Nameless and ageless, all strung along
D Em F#m Em
Nobody else can name this song
D Em F#m Em7
Mispronunciations and words spelled wrong
Gm7 C7 Fmaj7
At times like these I think I'm on my own
Fm A#7 D#7
A new self-portrait of my own
