Famous for My Song
write a song with empty poetry and about your swaying hair
I write about your stunning looks and pretend how much I care
about your personality and how we never met
That you’re blond, brunette and Spanish black, not skinny and not fat
I write my love in Latté-art and on a sandy beach
I tell the world in headlines that you’re blond without the bleach
I miss-spell your name in cloudless skies with eco-friendly smoke
And quote some long dead people on words they never spoke
It doesn’t really matter, does it, as long as I can tell
Another gossip-line that’s dirty and gossips really well
5 minutes long for all I care
But make ‘em really long
5 minutes long of lay me bare
Strip naked in a song
5 minutes long of you know me
You know where I belong
5 minutes long and for eternity
I’m famous, famous, famous
Famous for my song
It doesn’t really matter, does it, it’s all about the song
I can sing about you in a wedding dress or in a sexy thong
May I suggest, as long as we suggest it, loud and very clear
Nothing else sells better than to fill a dirty ear
Who cares for what is real and did it really happen?
If I was drunk or stoned or even there, but still I let it happen
Reality is for those who care and depends on how we spin
We live a dream, and what we dream is where we’re living in
Is it you, or someone else, or just everybody gone?
Completely disappeared the little I had won
Well, you were never here and it is not what it seems
My vision blurred by visions of too many other dreams
I’m spinning more than living real, I’m spinning even harder
because reality is hard to bear if all you get is harder
So I beg you, please be kind for once and only wake me up
When I am dead, yeah truly dead
and cannot, will not, shall not keep this up
