The Yellow House

Ahem, my dear, Theo Thank you very much for your fifty franc note I spent the last on pastels I'll probably buy some oils Or maybe fix my teeth I promise that I'll use it well Has your cold finally gone away? What about that pain? If you come and visit for a day, I know you'll conquer that migraine In this letter is a render, hastily drawn A picture of this perfect yellow house in Arles I found all on my own A place that I can finally call home There's so much to say, where to begin? Anything you wanna add Gauguin? No My dear, Toulouse This is great, has my judgement always been this poor? This is great Can you remind me what I'm even here for? He's amusingly confusing me The torment never ends He's a brilliant artist and an even greater friend Now I'm tired all the time I'm wide awake Hey, Paul! Catch the turpentine! I've made a huge mistake Every day I'm getting better Save me once you get this letter My dear, Vincent This is great My distant brother As it was always meant to be Let's not debate as we both recover I came here to be an artist not a bureaucrat You can charge a battery with our backhanded flattery There's nowhere in this house to hide from Vincent's herbal cyanide I swear he's a maniac! Don't tell Theo I said that My plan is working though my reward is overdue Patience, Paul, you've got to see it through For now I'll play along Nothing can go wrong Soon this will pay off Soon this will pay off Soon this will pay off Soon this will pay off This is great, a fine arrangement As it was always meant to be You innovate You pay our rent Take on the world together Ever yours Vincent Theo Paul P.S. Did you receive my canvases, watch out for the wet paint Oh P.P.S. If it isn't too much trouble, send another fifty franc