08 April 2005

i was down at the new amsterdam
staring at this yellow-haired girl
mr. jones strikes up a conversation
with this black-haired flamenco dancer

she dances while his father plays guitar
she's suddenly beautiful
we all want something beautiful
i wish i was beautiful

so come dance this Silence
down through the morning
cut up, maria! show me some of them spanish dances
pass me a bottle, mr. jones


believe in me
help me believe in anything
i want to be someone who believes


mr. jones and me tell each other fairy tales
stare at the beautiful women
she's looking at you.
ah, no, no, she's looking at me.

smiling in the bright lights
coming through in stereo
when everybody loves you,
you can never be lonely


i'm going to paint my picture
paint myself in blue and red and black and grey
all of the beautiful colors
are very very meaningful

grey is my favorite color
i felt so symbolic yesterday
if i knew Picasso
i would buy myself a grey guitar and play

mr. jones and me look into the future
stare at the beautiful women
she's looking at you.
oh, i don't think so. she's looking at me

standing in the spotlight
i bought myself a grey guitar
when everybody loves me,
i will never be lonely


i'll never be lonely,
i'm never gonna be lonely


i want to be a Lion
everybody wants to pass as cats
we all want to be big big stars,
but we got different reasons for that


believe in me,
because i don't believe in anything
and i want to be someone to believe


mr. jones and me stumbling through the barrio
yeah we stare at the beautiful women
she's perfect for you, man,
there's got to be somebody for me

i want to be Bob Dylan
mr. jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
when everybody loves you, son,
that's just about as funky as you can be

mr. jones and me staring at the video
when i look at the television,
i want to see me staring right back at me

we all want to be big stars,
but we don't know why and we don't know how
but when everybody loves me,
i'm going to be just about as happy as i can be

mr. jones and me,
we're gonna be big stars..


mr. jones, counting crows
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when everybody loves me, i will never be lonely.

it's not true, you know. it gets to be easier to find yourself lonely and sitting alone, than to be in a room full of people, and know you can't have Home.

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