Anyone Can Play Guitar
Destiny... destiny protect me from the world
Destiny... hold my hand, protect me from the world
Here we are, with our running and confusion
And I don't see no confusion anywhere
And if the world does turn
And if London burns
I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar
I wanna be in a band
When I get to heaven
Anyone can play guitar and they won't
be a nothing anymore
Grow my hair... grow my hair I am Jim Morrison
Grow my hair... I wanna be wanna be wanna be Jim Morrison
Here we are, with our running and confusion
And I don't see no confusion anywhere
As the world does turn
And if London burns
I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar
I wanna be in a band
When I get to heaven
Anyone can play guitar and they won't
be a nothing anymore
05:30
Lyrics - Pablo Honey - Thinking About You
Thinking About You
Been thinking about you, your records are here
Your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there
But I'm still no one, and you're now a star
What do you care?
Been thinking about you, and there's no rest
Should I still love you, still see you in bed
But I'm playing with myself?
What do you care when the other men are far, far better?
All the things you got,
all the things you need
Who bought you cigarettes,
Who pried the company to come and see you, honey
I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep?
Those people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet
They don't know what I know.
Why should you care when I'm not there?
Been thinking about you, and there's no rest
Should I still love you, still see you in bed
When I'm playing with myself?
What do you care when I'm not there?
All the things you got
that you'll never need
all the things you got
I'm played out and bleed to please you
Been thinking about you...
Been thinking about you, your records are here
Your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there
But I'm still no one, and you're now a star
What do you care?
Been thinking about you, and there's no rest
Should I still love you, still see you in bed
But I'm playing with myself?
What do you care when the other men are far, far better?
All the things you got,
all the things you need
Who bought you cigarettes,
Who pried the company to come and see you, honey
I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep?
Those people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet
They don't know what I know.
Why should you care when I'm not there?
Been thinking about you, and there's no rest
Should I still love you, still see you in bed
When I'm playing with myself?
What do you care when I'm not there?
All the things you got
that you'll never need
all the things you got
I'm played out and bleed to please you
Been thinking about you...
