ฟังเพลงMr. Jones (Live At Chelsea Studios, New York/1997|Explicit)

Mr. Jones (Live At Chelsea Studios, New York/1997|Explicit) - Counting Crows

Lyrics by：David Bryson/Adam Duritz

Composed by：David Lynn Bryson/David Bryson/Adam Duritz

Produced by：Sean Murphy/Mike Simon/Dave Diomedi

So you wanna be a rock and roll star

Well listen now to what I say

Just get an electric guitar

And take some time

And learn how to play

Just learn how to play

Well I was down at the New Amsterdam

Just'a starin' at this yellow haired girl

Mr Jones strikes up a conversation

With a black hair flamenco dancer

You know she dances while his father plays guitar

She's suddenly beautiful

And we all want something beautiful

And I wish I was beautiful la la la

Aw cut 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

Mr Jones and me

Tell each other fairy tales

And we stare at the beautiful women

She's looking at you no no she's looking at me

Standing in this bright light

Comin' through in stereo

When everybody loves you

You should never be lonely

Well I wanna paint myself a picture

I wanna paint myself in blue and red

And black and grey

All the beautiful colors are very

Very meaningful

Yeah you know grey it's my favorite color

I just get so confused everyday

But if I knew Picasso

I would buy myself a grey guitar and play

Mr Jones and me

Look into the future

We stare at all the beautiful women

She's looking at you I don't think so

She's looking at me

Standing in this spot light

Look at me I bought myself this grey guitar

Man when everybody loves me

I hope I never get lonely

Yeah I wanna be a lion

I know I know everybody wants to pass as cats

We we all wanna be big big big big big stars

Yeah but then we get second thoughts about that

So believe in me man I don't believe in anything

And I wanna be someone to believe

You should not believe in me

'Cause Mr Jones and me

We just went stumbling through the barrio

We stare at all the beautiful women

She's perfect for you there's got

To be someone for me

I wanna be Bob Dylan

Mr Jones wishes he was someone just a

Little more funky

When everybody loves you

Sometimes that just about as s***** up as

You can be

Well can't you hear me 'cause I'm screamin'

But I did not go outside yesterday

Oh don't wake me 'cause I was dreamin'

And I might just stay inside again today

Mr Jones and me we don't

See each other much anymore