John Cale, Lou Reed - Trouble With Classicists lyrics

The trouble with a classicist he
Looks at a tree
That's all he sees, he paints a tree
The trouble with a classicist he
Looks at the sky
He doesn't ask why, he just paints a sky

The trouble with an impressionist
He looks at a log and he doesn't know who
He is, standing, staring, at this log
And surrealist memories are too
Amorphous and proud
While those downtown macho painters
Are just alcoholic
The trouble with impressionist is
The trouble with impressionist is

The trouble with personalities
They're too wrapped up in style
It's too personal
They're in love with their own guile
They're like illegal aliens trying
To make a buck
They're driving gypsy cabs but they're
Thinking like a truck
The trouble with personalities is
The trouble with personalities is

I like the druggy downtown kids who
Spray paint walls and trains
I like their lack of training
Their primitive technique
I think sometimes it hurts you when
You stay too long in school
I think sometimes it hurts you when you're
Afraid to be called a fool
The trouble with classicists is
The trouble with classicists is