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White Guy With a Guitar
02:59
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When I was 15, I quit the basketball team
Bought a brand new pair of black skinny jeans
Traded contacts for glasses, broke up with Colleen
Learned every White Stripes song I could actually sing
Before I knew what I was really made out for
All this important stuff to say, and what's more
Some old jazz player taught me some chords
He said I'll go far
I ain't a prophet, I'm a white guy with a guitar
I played so much that my fingers turned black
Spent my grandparents' money on an American Strat
I can tell you bout love, I can tell you bout death
How the mud feels on my bare feet with each heavy step
I'm not unique, there's a whole lot of others
Check out my YouTube channel of Bob Dylan covers
Cause I'm here
So you better fucking open your ears
I'm the one thing that won't disappear
I'm in every bar
I ain't a prophet, I'm a white guy with a guitar
I'm at your party, I'm at the fair
I'm writing this song in my underwear
I'm on TV, I'm on 2nd Avenue
I'm on a front porch every Sunday afternoon
I'm in your church, your Italian bistro
You're blasting me out of your car stereo while getting high
I'll make you laugh and make you cry
I'll be yours and you'll be mine
You'll forget I'm just some white guy
This is art
I ain't a prophet, I'm a white guy with a guitar
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2. |
It Ain't the Same
03:05
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The circus starts at ten
And I'm hoping they don't let you in
Cause if they did I think they'd take you on the road with them
You're a tightrope walking tomboy
Smoking your pipe every night on the rooftop
And, half the time, I don't know if I should kiss you or call the cops
My vision of our future left about as quickly as it came
I know what you need
I know what I have
And it ain't the same
You're a debutante defender of scripture speaking mandarin to diplomats
But I froze up when you asked me to point to China on a map
You put Beethoven's 5th on a turntable and I sit
Hoping you don't see through my act
You paint like Van Gogh
You write like Defoe
But I can't sing worth a crap
You deserve to be with a rock star
But I'm still playing on the street for change
I know what you need
I know what I have
And it ain't the same
The man you knew before me took you to Portugal
And you slept out by the sea
What could you possibly get from me?
Will I rise to the occasion or get swallowed by my shame?
I know what you need
I know what I have
And it ain't the same
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Aruba Steve's
03:49
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We shared a fishbowl margarita downtown
The place was called Aruba Steve's
Behind the bar there was a TV playing Fellowship of the Ring
And then an old man with a guitar started singing Bittersweet Symphony
And it happened to me
Last night I had a dream about all the things we'd do
Now I'm just gonna hold you and hope it all comes true
You said the trees looked like they were made of lace
As we laid in the weeds
Old Granddad Bourbon in a Happy Meal cup
From The Lego Movie
I held your hand until the sprinklers turned on
And my lips began to bleed
And it happened to me
Last night I had a dream about all the things we'd do
Now I'm just gonna hold you and hope it all comes true
I pulled you close, but you turned away
And you didn't explain
You told me that I was a "good egg"
And you kissed me on the cheek
Then you left to go to sleep
Last night I had a dream about all the things we'd do
Now I'm just gonna hold you and hope it all comes true
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Girl of My Dreams
03:42
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She's a southern kid who wanted to get away her whole life
She likes to get up early, pour herself a cup, and read the Times
When she gets home from a long day
She turns on a baseball game
She's always craving change
She always feels out of place
The girl that you see
She's the girl of my dreams
Cause the girl of my dreams
Is a girl version of me
She takes long walks if she every starts to feel depressed
She gets uncomfortable talking bout what's going through her head
She works with those in need
Cause she likes it better than staring at a screen
She plays the guitar and she can make that thing scream
She needs attention and a partner that'll always lay it on
But she never listens to any of her flames favorite songs
She likes to think she's smart
She pours her soul into her art
She's just like me, but with different parts
The girl that you see
She's the girl of my dreams
Cause the girl of my dreams
Is a girl version of me
By the fire singing Tom Thumb's Blues
I can tell she loves me as much as I do
And I love her for her
She's the same as me except in the one place where it matters
The girl that you see
She's the girl of my dreams
Cause the girl of my dreams
Is a girl version of me
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5. |
Asking Why
03:24
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You'll stay afloat as long as you stay on fire
Walking a line on the highest of high wires
Holding the needle that you stabbed into your chest
Waiting for someone to tell you want you gotta do next
How long will they go on telling you the same damn lie?
That's it's never time to start asking why
I saw your face in Dublin as it was starting to snow
Now there's a pain inside you
And you'd never let it show
No one can prepare you for the look down in her eyes
But if you're old enough to breathe, you're old enough to die
How long will they go on telling you the same damn lie?
That it's never time to start asking why
Maybe it's in fairy tales where you reap just what you sow
Either that, or a long, long time ago
How long will they go on telling you the same damn lie?
That it's never time to start asking why
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Will Adams Brooklyn, New York
Will Adams was born and raised in Arkansas. He bounced around in New England and upstate New York before doing the. young
person thing of moving to Brooklyn.
His music has been described by a reputable source as "soulful Weird Al Yankovic."
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