Not on my CV

In another world
I’m the greatest thing, baby
My latest creation
On the cover of magazines
Yeah, it’s getting rough
Signing monographs daily
Acclaimed by
Venetian Biennales

(Yeah) In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams
Not my CV
 
Nuh-uh
 
Major gallery
A funded commission
Further omissions
From my inventory
Never won a prize
A finalist virgin
Forever emerging
Always late on the scene
 
It’s a lean
Inventory
You won’t find me
Head-lining the show

What’s on, what’s on, what’s on my cv?
Lots of empty spots on my cv
 
I pray, some day
That I make it in a major way
Please say, please say
How much longer will I have to wait?
For that day?
 
Yet another year
Flying under the radar
Undiscovered art star
In a dying galaxy
Zero accolades,
Feeling under-curated
Distinctly un-feted
Move along, nothing here to see

On my cv
My cv
My cv
Yeah, got nothing to show
 
What’s on, what’s on, what’s on my cv?
(Oh, what’s my destiny?)
Lots of empty slots on my cv
(I’ve been emerging ever since my art degree)
What’s on, what’s on, what’s on my cv?
(Sporting my cloak of invisibility)
Lots of empty spots on my cv

When, oh when, oh when, will I be seen?
Will I even be shown posthumously?
Nothing to see-ee-ee

On my cv…

Dave Faulkner (Hoodoo Gurus), What's my scene?, 1987