Post-paint Baby - Stephen Malkmus

Revelation artistry

So fed up with hypocrisy

There isn’t a label large enough to fit your bill

Act like you deserve to win

Trade up for a thicker skin

For scraps of acceptance from coked-up quasi-urbane kids

I’m really, really, really

Really proud of what you did

Post-paint boy, with your art

You’re penny rich and dollar dumb

In a style that they call so non-European

You’re the maker of modern minor masterpieces

For the untrained eye

You’re the maker of modern minor masterpieces

For the untrained eye — yep!

Belarus Biennial

You surely surely made them wow

Minds were blown (and bombs were thrown — oh no!!)

Seventeen anteaters

Sequestered in a room

With the sisters of mothers of famous gluttons I don’t know

You really, really, really

Really, really, really showed

Who can blame you for becoming

Penny smart and dollar dumb

In a world that has become so American

You’re the maker of modern minor masterpieces

For the untrained eye

You’re the maker of modern minor masterpieces

For the untrained eye

You’re the maker of modern minor masterpieces

For the untrained eye

You’re the maker of modern minor masterpieces

For the untrained eye — yep!