art is dead.

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new fall tour 2010 tickets here: new cd, "words, words, words" this is something different. i hope you guys like it. this song is a confession and an apology. honest, not sarcastic. music and lyrics by bo burnham. lyrics art is dead, art is dead art is dead, art is dead 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 cause 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 you worked really hard for i slept in late while you worked at the drug store. my drug's attention, i am an 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, make-up art is dead, so people think you're funny how do you get those people's money? art is dead, we're rolling in dough while Carlin rolls in his grave, in his grave, in his grave. this show has got a budget the show has got a budget and all the poor people way more deserving of the money won't budge it cause i wanted my name in lights when i could have fed a family of four for forty fucking fortnights, forty fucking fortnights 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, feel 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, kid and maybe i'll grow out of it

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Shadow : that was more of a panic attack than a song.

Lika : it's 3am, i need this to help me sleep

CloroxBalloons : In 2070 English teachers are going to let their students to analyze this

Jarl Trippin' : Self loathing: the song.

JoeTheLumberjak : The irony is that, even though he says "I am an artist, please don't respect me", its a song like this that MAKES me respect him. Lots of comedians can make me laugh, but its really something when a comedian can make me think while still entertaining me and making me laugh. Between this song and his new "Can't handle this" performance from his newest show, Bo has become one of my favorite celebrities now. I know you probably won't be reading comments on a nearly 6 year old video, but I respect you man. Not just because you're a great comedian, but because you clearly have a passion for what you do. I feel like if you could do this without any funding, you would, just so you could entertain people. You don't want or need the fame or the money. You just want to entertain people.

ry : He grew out of it.

Bappo Jujubes : Bo looks and sounds so pissed, I think it's the fact that he expresses himself and each and every time he performs, the audience does nothing but clap or laugh. And he can't do anything about it.

Why hi there : "I'm an artist please don't respect me " ... Too late dude . I respect you so much

Chaboii Leopold : at first I thought he said 44 nights and was like “well that’s not THAT much, right?” but then I realized he said 40 FORTNIGHTS (two weeks) which is like one and a half years, so...

Maddie Siegmund : Art is a combination of Absolute Narcissism and Crippling Self-Doubt Bo has got it nailed.

Dalton Hollan : “While Carlin rolls in his grave” is a reference to George Carlin, who is Bo’s hero. Carlin hated the hierarchy of the entertainment industry. So when he says he rolls in his grave, he’s saying Carlin would be disgusted with the state of the industry, and also that he feels he has let his hero down for becoming the same thing he stood against.

Anakin Skywalker : “And maybe I’ll grow out of it.” and he did.

StrategicZexal : Day 276: im still finding new shit in this song

Spencer Cale : Ya know, I use to think I was relatively intelligent and witty. That was of course, untill I discovered Bo. His wisdom and insight is far beyond his age. I am humbled by his work. I have so much respect for him.

odobenus159 : Look buddy, I just asked what you do for a living.

Maura Davis-Shelton : This song makes me want to smile and kill myself at the same time.

The Passionly Passionate Nightman : Hollywood needs this song drilled into their skulls

Cass Ralph : The fact that he has the heart to admit to his faults. It's deep.

Amelia Tuiletufuga : [LYRICS:] (SPOKEN) This song isn't funny at all, but it helps me sleep at night. (SUNG) Art is dead... Art is dead... Art is dead... Art is dead... 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? 'Cause 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 everyday can't be about him There are other people, you selfish ------. I must be psychotic, I must be demented To think that I'm worthy of all this attention. Of all of this money you worked really hard for. I slept in late while you worked at the drugstore. My drug's attention, I am an 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, make-up... Art is dead - so 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, in his grave, in his grave... I said, the show has got a budget. The show has got a budget. And all the poor people way more deserving Of the money won't budge it. 'Cause I wanted my name in lights, When I could have fed a family of four For forty ----ing fortnights, forty ----ing fortnights. 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, feel 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, kid, And maybe I'll grow out of it...

Malaika Tinashe : "My drug is attention I am an addict. But I get paid to indulge in my habits." That hit me hard

Shesa The Griffin : 0:38 He looks so angry... It’s like he’s scolding himself, Give this bab a huge. :( (And 1:56 he looks even more broken through out)

Fenrir : I feel like Bo and George Carlin would be an unstoppable combination.

abigail mayhem : funny thing is, Carlin would love this kid

TheRealBirb : I like his humor but really this is my favorite song by him because of it's realism so that's makes me extremely confused on which I like the songs that make you think about life more than his actually humorous ones. But besides that I think a healthy dose of realism is a little necessary every now and then

Jessica Stout : "I am an artist, please God, forgive me." Probably one of the best lines he's ever written.

TreehouseINC : My favorite song ruined by fortnite

Anya Stephenson : The pain in his face omg

Spirit Millo : Something that I keep noticing is that “so people think you’re funny, how do we get those people’s money?” has a lot of implications — it’s a line where Bo isn’t using the first person to refer to himself but to other people, the word “think” is kind of mocking like the person saying it doesn’t find him funny but doesn’t care because other people do and will pay for it (also indicating a lack of respect for Bo and his audience), and the fact that it’s a question implies that on the timeline it would’ve been said around when Bo was gaining fame quickly but wasn’t technically successful yet. To me, this all implies that even though this song is centered around self-loathing, there’s an acknowledgement that other people play a large role in ‘killing’ art, to say nothing of the entertainment industry as a whole. Taken together with the repetition of being a kid, there’s an unsettling point being made about how the industry can take advantage of and corrupt youth, though with the “maybe I’ll grow out of it” it becomes a hopeful resolution since he recognizes what’s happening and can stop. I think he did grow out of it, and I’m glad he did. Also, the fact that I wrote a whole paragraph analysis of one line speaks to the depth of the song as a whole but there’s no way I’m writing an essay in the comment section.

Art F1are : This song ironically makes me want to be a comedian like bo. I love how deep and emotional all his songs are while being funny

JoeytheJoeyX3 : Bo, you're always so funny. But this song fucking breaks my heart. Into little tiny pieces that can't be put back together. ... ... ... ... ... Because it's true.

Exploration Corner : It looks like he’s just slapping keys and noise comes out! He’s so goood. BO GIVE ME LESSIONS

Octodog : See the issue with "value" is that it's a human concept. Nothing inherently has value just for existing or doing what it does. Value is simply a concept we give to things when we think they deserve it. Obviously, green paper existing in a void has no value, but when given to a human we can do so many things with it, like draw on it or fold it into neat shapes, or in the most extreme circumstance build an entire economic system around it. What I'm getting at is that value is subjective. So, Bo, I understand that you may not think you have much value, at least when compared to your fans, but as your fans, we can assure you that we think you have value, and hey, if we can turn green paper into something that everyone desperately wants, then surely a man that provides hundreds of thousands of people with joy can have value.

Nolan Krahn : Can we please ignore the fact that he said "fortnight" which happens to be the name of a fucking popular video game and instead listen to what he is actually saying? The song is sad enough, we don't need to make the situation sadder by hyper-fixating on a single word he used, making a non-existent connection to a video game that came out 8 years after this song did, and ignoring what he's actually saying. Lets talk about something besides Fortnite for a minute or two.

Mathgirly 82 : 1k "artist" who do it for the money saw this video and are in denial.

Lil Duck : This needs to be performed at some stuffy award show like the Oscars/Grammies/Emmys. Would love to see people’s reactions.

Laila Darry : "And maybe I'll grow out of it" Well, I guess he did

Kami Sama : This song is deep as fuck. Bo is someone I feel bad for respecting because he wants me not too. Guess he'll be my equal than. But It's really cool he talks about this

victoria : his gasp of air between every line is honestly so attractive for some reason

Editor Edited It : I love Bob Urnham!

pineapple : this is so old by now, but i don’t think bo understands how much of an impact his words bring to his audience ((that actually care)). like not to sound like a huge sap but he’s so damn insightful and this song was so emotionally fueled and he clearly poured his heart into it.

Finn ·-· : Ironically, I'm listening to this so I can sleep.

YOUR GOD : He sounds genuinely angry it really sounds like he cares

Rachel Rose : Am I the only one who had to listen to this a million times to realize that bo was referring to himself when he was talk it about the kid that “won’t stop screaming” at the birthday party?

I'm Bob. : it looks like he's just slapping the keys and music comes out

Dog : "We're rolling in dough while Carlin rolls in his grave." Holy shit that was an emotional gutpunch.

Trevor Carey : How is art dead? Bo is alive and well.

Kasey : This really really REALLY is relevant right now with Shane Dawson's series about Jake Paul and overall how youtubers are these days

Grace : "and maybe I'll grow out of it." Listened to this song many times over the course of 2-3 years and I finally know what that line means because I'm going through that same thing and hoping it's just something I'll get over and "grow out of"

ConsoulCommands : I hate how true this is. Even me writing this comment is attention seeking.