Dit hoorde ik voor het eerst in
1994,
toen we net in Nieuw Zeeland woonden,
op de lokale studentenradio.
Ik hou van de slaggitaar op dit nummer,
en
er het nummer kent een paar hele goede regels tekst (luister zelf eens goed en je ontdekt wel
welke. Teksten kunnen een goed liedje net dat beetje extra geven).
Hier de officiele
video:
Lyrics
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 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 will paint my picture Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray 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 gray guitar and play
Mr. Jones and me look into the
future Stare at the beautiful women "She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me." Standing in the spotlight I bought myself a gray guitar When everybody loves me, I will never 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
thatBelieve 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
can be Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars..
Counting Crows