Danny Joey - The Painter lyrics

[Danny Joey] Meet this 13 year old girl, they call her Candy Lone She hates Valeberg school but it's better than home The best part of the day is visiting her friend's big house Where they could paint freely without dogs running around See back at home there's 5 dogs more stressful that cute ‘Cause the cupboards are full of dog food; never meals or fruit And living with her single mother in a council property Her mom said “we'll move out – when we win the lottery” She saw her mom as strict but she was trying to be protective Short curfews and everything seen from one perspective Now while milk and bread are a luxury to have This limited daily ration eventually made the girl sad ‘cause She wanted to move out, start a life independently But she knew to break free she'd have to do it sensibly A little patience and it will come together easily But she got depressed more and more as she thought of this frequently She seemed the only one to disconnect from her community But what could one expect from such lack of opportunity? One friend got a job, and another got a car But all her mom could offer was a wish upon a star So let's move this story along just a little bit To when she was trying to remain calm but losing her grip And all that she could paint was the violence in her head But nobody wanted to look at the bloodshed A rough little doodle of a pink unicorn Wins the public approval and her heart is torn She felt alienated that these people were so robotic Looked again at the painting and thought it was ironic That she could find love in the darkest of places Whilst everybody else admired the style that was tasteless There was nothing she could do to just make them see So she suffered in silence like she was destined to be {pause} [Danny Joey] By the time she hit 16, she finally felt alive When she made the first painting that made her feel pride But she kept it a secret, for future ammo Maybe make a new edition, or just keep it in the shadows ‘Cause she knew the paintings would only get better Even though she was homeless, she just brushed it off as pressure She didn't want her artwork sold off to museums She just wanted to show people who related to the feelings Of knowing how it feels to be caged and restricted Not following authority and being free-thinking Knowing that the ignored suffer while the rich live in bliss And hoping somewhere there'd be others that think like this: “If I was born as unfortunate, I should be caged from birth Instead of the torture of seeing a normal person's worth Instead of dreaming on, able to do nothing about it Instead of using silent paints to make a pain mountain” Now 20 years old with a house-share to rent Finally working again, but only as a temp' She walks along the cold, cracked, grey pavement When some drunk lads walked past and one of them dismayed her “She's so skinny and goofy, she looks like a rat” By this she was hurt a little, but faced the facts Behind the branded clothes and lonely ego There's an insecure, lost boy who feels the need to glee-show Skip to when she's 23 – still skinny and broke Almost enough paintings for a shop but she lacks any hope Most of her paintings were almost perfect Or at least she thought; only she could give the verdict She considered suicide, leaving the paintings with purpose But she knew if she died, the paintings become worthless Because what's a painting without an admirer? And that's when she knew that from dirt comes the diamonds