Intellectual appeal
In rites and codices
Dress up only to be seen
Neglect the social qualities
Disparage the popular
as sensous delight
Artmusic is functional too,
it makes you sleep so tight
Artificial Quality
Manifest your upperclass
imaginary height
Borrowed feathers never shun so bright
Artificial Quality
Wheres the feeling, the human touch
Mind and ear can’t be fed of with autonomy
Arousals don’t appear due to
Objectivity
Technical juggler put down
Things that can’t be heard
Flavourless spice is nothing worth
Nowhere in the world
Artificial Quality
Artificial Quality
L’art pour l’art pour fanfaronnade
and for nothing else
It’s not art
