Now this ain't the best number I ever wrote But I wrote it for you And you alone. Now these aren't the best words That I ever spoke But I'll say them
Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer And his kid made a mint off the war Your father shot stills and then directed films That your mom did publicity
O Compositor me disse Que eu cantasse distraidamente esss cancao Que eu cantasse como se o vento Soprasse pela boca vindo do pulmao E que eu ficasse ao
I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' them for all of the stars Watchin' them laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey bars
Tried to sleepWoke up dreamingGuitars screamingIn the nightHeard a voiceDid you hear itDon't be afraidWe'll be alrightBe alright (He's just a songwriter
Now this ain't the best numberI ever wroteBut I wrote it for youAnd you aloneNow these aren't the best wordsThat I ever spokeBut I'll say them to youAnd
Hey, Mr. Songwriter Write a song today Sing to my baby Who is going away She is leaving on the evening plane To where I don't know Give me a song so
Now I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' 'em for all of the stars Watchin' 'em laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey bars
The date was set, this night was saved (the music played) For holy vows to be unmade Silent bouquets fell to the floor (with no remorse) Forsaking what
(Hammill) These days I mainly just talk to plants and dogs, all human contact seems painful, risky, odd, so I stay acting god in my own universe where
Yo se que estas calles no me pueden parar, ando como el rio, sin mirar atras. Si alguien me detiene es porque no entendio, que el dolor fortalecio
(Spoken Intro: Speaking of legends and tale tales, there's a big 'un going around 'bout the guy that writes a few songs and grabs his guitar and jumps
Lui l'ha vista ad una festa mentre, pieno di se si affaciava a una finestra salutando come un re; lei sembrava una tigre quando sta per saltare:
Non sono un cantautore, sono l'inganno, il candore sono un attore, un santo, una balia senza prole sono fiato e parole, un insieme di fiori e pistole
Tu sei forte tu sei bello tu sei imbattibile tu sei incorruttibile tu sei un cantautore tu sei saggio tu porti la verita tu non sei un comune mortale
Cammina lo spazio su di me segmenti sezionano l'atmosfera L'infinito racchiude il mio perche la forza di un uomo e senza limiti Ma chiudo gli occhi verso
I want to live on fire I'll burn my bridges Smarter man would have said no Other men would have learned now You want my money? It spends like shit.