To: Clappy who wrote (10714 ) 4/4/2000 12:31:00 AM From: lindelgs Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 35685
Clappy my friend, this one's for you..... So you want to be a rock and roll star well listen now to what I say just get an electric guitar and take some time and learn how to play just learn how to play..... Well I was down at the New Amsterdam just staring at this yellow haired girl Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black haired flamingo dancer she dances while his father plays guitar shes suddenly beautiful and we all want something beautiful and I wish I was beautiful la la la la Ah well, cut up Maria come on - show me some of them Spanish dances and pass me a bottle Mr. Jones believe in me come on - help me believe in anything cause I want to be someone who believes Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales stare at the beautiful women shes looking at you no no no -shes looking at me standing in this bright light coming through in stereo when everybody loves you you should never be lonely Well I want to paint myself a picture I want to paint myself in blue and red and black and gray all the beautiful colors are very very meaningful yeah, you know gray, it?s my favorite color I just get so confused everyday but if I knew Picasso, I would buy myself a gray guitar and play Mr. Jones and me look into the future we stare at all the beautiful women shes looking at you (I dont think so) shes looking at me standing in this spotlight look at me - I got myself this gray guitar man, when everybody loves me I hope I never get lonely yeah, I want to be a lion I know, I know, everyone wants to pass as cats we all want to be big-big-big-big stars but then- we get second thoughts about that believe in me man - I dont believe in anything and I dont want to be someone to believe you should not believe in me Mr. Jones and me we went stumbling through the barrio we stare at all the beautiful women shes perfect for you theres got to be someone for me I want to be Bob Dylan, Mr. Jones wishes he was someone a just a little more funky well man -when everybody loves you sometimes that's just about as fucked up as you can be well - cant you hear me 'cause I'm screamin' but I did not go outside yesterday oh - dont wake me cause I was dreamin' and I might just stay inside again today cause Mr. Jones and me we dont see each other much anymore Counting Crows Storytellers Across a Wire