Vincent And Theo - Lyrics - Jacob Borshard

Vincent and Theo, Souped up my Geo, Now it's burning oils, All the Cobalt blue, Blew the gaskets. I traded an arm for a Bedroom in Arles, At least I still got my ears, But now I can't sit still, For the Absinthe. And you always swore that I'd be the one to make it, Then how come I could never get you to pose, for me naked? I haven't gone too far, There's a room, There's quiet, And the doctors, tell me it's good for my health. I haven't gone too far, There's paint, There are flowers, And the doctors, promise me I can get well, I've got the fields, and the clouds, And my Geo. I'm goin' away, I'm fadin' away, I'm fadin' away, away. Vincent and Theo, Souped up my Geo, Now it's burnin' oils, Now I don't know which way, To go. I got drunk on beer, And then went to see her, Now I hang my head, Now I'm sanding notches, Off the bedpost. And you always swore . . .