From the Album:   * N.E.W.S.      In a painting by Van Gogh   I saw a street, covered with black snow   People movin' in a nervous stripe   Blues, red and yellow   Read your letter for the seventh time   The ink is getting close to fade away   but it still brings the ocean back to mind   In this here desert, without oases   Shouting at the man in the moon   I'll make it all up to you   The rhythm and the dance of the loon   I'll make it all up to you   And the night is a horoscope sight   While the sun sets fire to the dune   I'll make it all up for you   I remember your face and your Picasso   Pale as sugar, sweet and low   And your hair in a ponytail and dyed   Eyes lookin' up from down below   I've been shouting at the man in the moon   I'll make it all.............etc., etc.