Biografía:
Robert Pickering "Bo" Burnham (born August 21, 1990) is an American comedian, musician, actor, filmmaker and poet.[1][2][3] He began his performance career as a YouTuber in March 2006, and his videos have been viewed over 250 million times[3][4] as of December 2018.
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Otras canciones:
- #deep
- 3.14 Apple Pi
- 3.14 Apple Pie
- Are You Happy
- Art Is Dead
- Cookout
- Country Song
- Eff
- From God's Perspective
- Hell Of A Ride
- I'm Bo Yo
- Kill Yourself
- Kill Youself
- Little Adolf
- Love Is...
- Lower Your Expectations
- Men And Women
- My Whole Family
- New Math
- Oh My God
- Perfect Woman
- Repeat Stuff
- Sad
- Straight White Male
- Welcome To Youtube
- Words Words Words
- From Gods Perspective
- 314 Apple Pi
- A Love Ballad
- Cant Handle This
- Channel 5 News
- Cun
- Deep
- Fetus
- He Meant To Knock The Water Over
- High School Party
- Im Bo Yo
- Love Is
- My Better Half
- My Little Secret
- Nerds
- Oh Bo
- Oh My God Song From The Perspective Of God
- Rant
- Sunday School
- The Break Up Song
- The Perfect Woman
- The Twitter Song
- Whats Funny
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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[Intro]
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Art is dead
C# A -(B)
Art is dead
E G#
Art is dead
C# A -(B)
Art is dead
[Verse]
(REPEAT THIS PATTERN FOR REST OF SONG)
Entertainers like to seem complicated
But we're not complicated
I can explain it pretty easily
Have you ever been to a birthday party for children
And one of the children won't stop screaming
Cuz he's just a little attention attractor
When he grows up to be a comic or actor
He'll be rewarded for never maturing
For never understanding or learning
That every day can't be about him
There's other people, you selfish asshole!
I must be psychotic
I must be demented
To think that I'm worthy of all this attention
Of all of this money I worked really hard for
I slept in late while you worked at the drug store
My drug's attention
I am addict
But I get paid to indulge in my habit
It's all an illusion
I'm wearing make up
I'm wearing make up
Make up
Make up
Art is dead
Some people think you're funny
How do we get those people's money?
I said art is dead
We're rolling in dough while Carlin rolls in his grave
His grave
His grave
This show has got a budget
This show has got a budget
And all the poor people way more deserving
Of the money won't budget
Cause I wanted my name in lights
When I could have fed a family of four
For forty fucking four nights!
Forty fucking four nights!
I am an artist
Please God, forgive me
I am an artist
Please don't revere me
I am an artist
Please don't respect me
I am an artist
You're free to correct me
A self-centered artist
Self-obsessed artist
I am an artist
I am an artist
But I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid, kid
And maybe I'll grow out of it.
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(2) (6) (4) (0) (2)
(0) (4) (x) (0) (x (or 0))
[Intro]
E G#
Art is dead
C# A -(B)
Art is dead
E G#
Art is dead
C# A -(B)
Art is dead
[Verse]
(REPEAT THIS PATTERN FOR REST OF SONG)
Entertainers like to seem complicated
But we're not complicated
I can explain it pretty easily
Have you ever been to a birthday party for children
And one of the children won't stop screaming
Cuz he's just a little attention attractor
When he grows up to be a comic or actor
He'll be rewarded for never maturing
For never understanding or learning
That every day can't be about him
There's other people, you selfish asshole!
I must be psychotic
I must be demented
To think that I'm worthy of all this attention
Of all of this money I worked really hard for
I slept in late while you worked at the drug store
My drug's attention
I am addict
But I get paid to indulge in my habit
It's all an illusion
I'm wearing make up
I'm wearing make up
Make up
Make up
Art is dead
Some people think you're funny
How do we get those people's money?
I said art is dead
We're rolling in dough while Carlin rolls in his grave
His grave
His grave
This show has got a budget
This show has got a budget
And all the poor people way more deserving
Of the money won't budget
Cause I wanted my name in lights
When I could have fed a family of four
For forty fucking four nights!
Forty fucking four nights!
I am an artist
Please God, forgive me
I am an artist
Please don't revere me
I am an artist
Please don't respect me
I am an artist
You're free to correct me
A self-centered artist
Self-obsessed artist
I am an artist
I am an artist
But I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid
I'm just a kid, kid
And maybe I'll grow out of it.
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