Greg Brown - Famous friends
Tekst :
My famous friends don t ever write me any letters
But I can tell they re almost always doin better
I see their names in magazines
They talk about their big-ass scenes
My famous friends ain t really my friends at all.
My famous friends I mostly knew when we were young
Oh, but I could tell even then they d soon be gone
They weren t happy with their deal
They wanted fame to feel more real
They changed their names, I wonder if their heart s the same.
Oh, my famous friends, if you should ever hear this song
Don t try to get in touch with me, it s been too long
Count your money, fix your chins
Clean up, find god, and get more thin
I ve got some friends that love me good, and they ain t famous.
I ve got some friends, I love em good, and they ain t famous.
Inne utwory
No place away Pound it on down Nice when it rains All the little places Lately Back home again Summer evening Lullaby Young Robin Speed trap boogie Milk of the moon Payday Marriage chant Out in the country Downtown Just live Our little town Losowe utwory
This a page from my diary
The fifteen day of November
This a page from my diary
What happened that day
I don t remember
But I do remember when
I wrote these words and then
And then reread them
Slowly to myself
Without emotion
And although the feelings changed
The words still sound the same
O Pamela
Tell everyone
Hang my head in...
I ve got the rhythm in my veins
And you can find it everyday, if you want
I need someone to take a shake
The game is ready, ready to play
Dreaming all the night
Kiss me, hold me tight
Walking on the fire
Yes, I m burning
Dance into the light
G-g-g-g-g-groove is just a fight
Don t stop...
Baby Baby, Sweet Baby
There s Something That I Just Got to Say
Baby Baby, Sweet Baby
You Left Me Hurtin in a Real Cold Way
Speak Your Name
And I ll Feel a Thrill
You Said I Do
And I Said I Will
I Tell You That I ll Stay True
And Give You Just a Little...
Just the slightest touch of you
sends my passion rushing through
and baby you can always count on me
because you answer all my fantasy
BRIDGE
And when the weekend people wanna knock you down
remember we all fly to higher ground...
There Was a Man Who Sang the Blues
No One Could Deny He Spoke the Truth
He Shouted Through the Microphone
But no One Could Care Less
He Lived His Life Anonymously
Was Rediscovered Posthumously
Now People Quote His Words
And Talk About His Tragic Death
(Ain t That the Way It Goes)
The Was a Man Who Told...