笨小笨Hate&Love歌词由NEUROrchestry演唱，出自专辑《Art through canvas》，下面是《Hate&Love》完整版歌词！
Hate&Love歌词完整版
Yo it's the Impressionist master C-Monet
Canvas in the left hand brush in the right steady
From the streets of Paris to the fields of Giverny
Painting water lilies light's symphony
Born in the city of lights in eighteen-forty
Young Oscar-Claude art's his territory
Normandy's coast where he started to forge
A vision so bold the Salon couldn't ignore
But they did oh they did with a cold shoulder
Rejected his views though he painted bolder
The art game's brutal like a gladiator
Monet's strokes of genius see ya later hater
Raise raze and rays in the maze
Praise plays on days of haze
Phase faze ways weigh the gaze
Grace grays in the craze ablaze
He's the man with the easel standing tall
His colors blend they rise and fall
In the garden of Giverny he found his call
Monet oh Monet you enthral
In the clash of hues Monet's muse
Tones fuse emotions bruise no ruse
Love's cruise passion's dues views infuse
Art's tattoo heart's enthuse in the blues
Monet's name in fame's frame never tame
Flame's claim love's game all the same
Stroke's aim color's fame wild and tame
Monet's lane art's domain burning flame
Now let's flip the script to the society's core
The 19th century oh it was never a bore
Industrial vibes trains puffin' smoke
Monet's painting light while the common folk choke
Impression Sunrise yeah that's the piece
Gave birth to a movement the critics' beast
They laughed they scorned called it unfinished
But Monet's vision it never diminished
Dab drag drop dream
Drip draw drift deem
Glimpse glint glow gleam
Gaze glance guide gleen
Brush blend burst beam
Breathe bear bloom bream
Sight shade shine stream
Sketch score shape scheme
He's the man with the easel standing tall
His colors blend they rise and fall
In the garden of Giverny he found his call
Monet oh Monet you enthral
But wait there's a twist in the tale of Claude
His own creations sometimes he'd defraud
Dissatisfied maybe with the stroke or the shade
Took a knife to the canvas let the colors fade
Cataracts came vision got blurry
But Monet kept painting in a fury
His world turned dark but the art never stopped
Even when his sight by age was cropped
The water lilies they got more mellow
Blues turned to red vibrant to yellow
Yet in that struggle the beauty persisted
Monet's legacy forever enlisted
So here's to Monet the father of Impressionism
His life his art a true prism
Through rejection and pain his work transcends
Monet the artist on whom light depends
