How to recognise a work of art, by Adrian Meilyr Jones My first impression Was that of a cunning star I really loved you No matter where you are And all went through me Truly truly Yes I will I'm happy that I met you I take a picture Hold it up, to see the mark Authentic authors, ooh-oh Leave on works of art It's not there It's a fake, it's a fake It's a fake, of that there's no mistake It's a fake, it's a fake And of you Oh! (Cha-cha-cha!) I saw your video Of you with Kurt Cobain You're isolated, ooh-oh Eyes I couldn't recognise It's not there It's a fake, it's a fake It's a fake, of that there's no mistake It's a fake, it's a fake And of you, so special You, with the sun in your eyes You, and you spector You, with the tears and the joy There are highs There are highs There are highs There are lows Love undergoes How does it feel, holding you? How does it feel, holding you? How does it feel, holding you? (Because it's over) How does it feel, holding you? (Because it's over)