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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Duritz
Adam Duritz
Vocals
Charlie Gillingham
Charlie Gillingham
Organ
David Immergluck
David Immergluck
Guitar
Denny Fongheiser
Denny Fongheiser
Drums
Maria McKee
Maria McKee
Background Vocals
Matthew Malley
Matthew Malley
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Duritz
Adam Duritz
Songwriter
Charlie Gillingham
Charlie Gillingham
Songwriter
David Bryson
David Bryson
Songwriter
Steve Bowman
Steve Bowman
Songwriter
Matthew Malley
Matthew Malley
Songwriter
Daniel Vickrey
Daniel Vickrey
Songwriter
Ben Mize
Ben Mize
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T Bone Burnett
T Bone Burnett
Producer
Scott Litt
Scott Litt
Mixing Engineer
Gary Gersh
Gary Gersh
Executive Producer
Pat McCarthy
Pat McCarthy
Mixing Engineer

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 You know she dances while his father plays guitar She's suddenly beautiful And we all want something beautiful So come dance this silence down through the mornin' Sha la la la la la la la yeah, uh huh Curl up, Maria! C'mon Show me some of them Spanish dances And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones Believe in me, c'mon, help me believe in anything 'Cause I wanna be someone who believes, yeah Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales And we stare at the beautiful women "She's been looking at you- ah, no, no, she's looking at me" Standing in this bright light, coming through a stereo When everybody loves you, you should never be lonely I wanna paint myself a picture I could paint myself in blue and red and black All the beautiful colours are very, very, very, very meaningful You know, you know gray that's my favourite colour I get so confused, every day but if I knew Picasso I would buy myself a gray guitar and play Mr. Jones and me look into the future Stare at all the beautiful women "She's looking at you- I don't think so- she's looking at me" Standing in this spotlight, I give myself a gray guitar And when everybody loves me, I will never be lonely C'mon Eric, kick it I want to be a lion Everybody wants to pass as cats And we wanna be big stars Yeah we get so fucked up about that But believe in me even though I don't believe in anything 'Cause you know, I just might be someone to believe So come on children, believe in me yeah Mr. Jones and me go stumbling through the barrio Stare at all the beautiful women "She's perfect for you, oh shit I've got to get a girl for me" I wanna be Bob Dylan And Mr. Jones wishes he was just a little more funky So when everybody loves you, what do you say in the back? That's just about as funky as you can be Mr. Jones and me staring at the video When I look at my television I wanna see me staring right back at me And we wanna be big stars We don't know how and we don't know why But when everybody loves me I think that's about as happy as I can be Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars Good evening, thank you so much for coming out This is a pretty, uh, this is a cool night for us We'd a- we'd a really fucking busy summer We're putting out two records this fall so We got this one, and then our next actual, sorry about the delay Real album in November It's called, uh, Abbey Road No that's what we wanted to call it, shit sorry Uh anyways, thank you I can't put it on right now, there's like nudity and things Thank you I've lost my train of thought completely Oh what is it? It's a balloon animal, it's a car, ooh it's a really cool t-shirt ("Put it on!") Maybe on the encore Okay, sorry
Writer(s): Matthew Mark Malley, Daniel John Vickrey, Charles Thomas Gillingham, David Lynn Bryson, Ben G. Mize, Adam Frederic Duritz, Steve Bowman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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