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lyrics

Why shouldn’t I tell you what you don’t want to hear?
You sit around the tables pouring whisky after beer
Here’s a toast to entertainment and the end of my career

Standing by the stage with nothing very much to say
Get up if you want to I don’t mind but it’s okay
It seems like it’s impossible to move you all today

Showtime for the masses in their individual ranks
Look to me for inspiration don’t expect my thanks
Just lob a glass at passing cars and burn down all the banks

Stringing up my Telecaster, holding down a B
Looking at an album sleeve and wishing it was me
Striking up an anthem and retiring gracefully

Are you really listening, do you really care?
Would you like it if it was a mercenary up there?
You criticize my clothing and immortalize my hair

Punch the sky, another line that kicks off with a “Don’t”
Wait for me to bite the dust, rely on it I won’t
‘Cause I can’t hear your money talk and I am not alone!

Showtime for the indiscreet and standing on the stage
I’m acting out a fantasy and acting out my age
Turn another chapter, rewrite another page

Every wave is nearly new until the time it breaks
Look into the mirror and rewrite another fake
You don’t want to know how my heart and body aches
Well, nor do I…

I want to see the bright lights, I want to feel the rain
I need to know the limits I can take to feel your pain
I want to see your face and hold your body close again

Telling me “It’s fiction!” when we both know it’s true
I smoked myself to death while I was thinking lines for you
I pissed off both the neighbours and my room-mate’s lover too

Gaining inspiration from the pain that I provoked
I killed myself just laughing when you couldn’t see the joke
Now I’m putting ashtrays in my room and vodka in my coke

Do you know my spirit, do you know my kind, or must I explain?
It’s Show Time once again…

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from Belgian Whistles, released June 13, 2023

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This Much Talent England, UK

I did my first gig in 1980. Between then and now I’ve been in a blues rock power trio, heard The Big Music, played heavy-big pop, been an acoustic troubadour, stage manager, author, Beatles specialist, and once joined a travelling family of Appalachian musicians named the Guitars. Good times.
Thanks to all of the wonderful musicians who took time to collaborate with me this time around.
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