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• Artiste: Counting Crows
• Titre: Mr. Jones (Live @ VH-1 Storytellers)
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So you wanna be a Rock´n 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 I was down at the new Amsterdam, just staring at this yellow-haired girl, Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation, with the black-haired flamenco dancer You know, she dances while his father plays guitar, she´s suddenly beautiful, and we all want something beautiful, and I wish I was beautiful (oh lalalala) I´ll call-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 wanna be someone who believes Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy-tailes We stare at the beautiful women "She´s looking at you, nonono she´s looking at me" Standing in this bright light coming through in stereo when everybody loves you, you should never be lonely I wanna paint myself a picture, I wanna paint myself in blue and red and black and grey all the beautiful colours are very very meaningful -yeah you know grey?- It´s my favourite colour, I just get so confused, everyday but if I knew Picasso I would buy myself a grey guitar and play Mr. Jones and me, look into the future we stare at all the beautiful women "She´s looking at you Uh, I don´t think so, she´s looking at me" Standing in the spotlight I am myself and this grey guitar man when everybody loves me, I hope I´ll never get lonely I wanna be lion-I know,I know- Everybody wants to pass as cats We all wanna be big big...big stars, yeah but then we get second thoughts about that So believe in me,man, I don´t believe in anything and I don´t wanna be someone to believe, you should not believe in me Mr. Jones and me, stumbling through the barrio we stare at all the beautiful women "She´s perfect for you,there´s got to be someone for me" I wanna be Bob Dylan Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky man, when everybody loves you so tired, that´s just about as fucked-up as you can be Can´t you hear me cause I´m screaming but i did not go outside, yesterday oh don´t wake me, cause I was dreaming and I make you stay inside again, today Mr. Jones and me, we don´t see each other much, anymore.