Counting Crows - Across a Wire - Live From New York

Mr. Jones (Live At Chelsea Studios, New York/1997)

So you wanna be a rock'n'roll star
Well listen now to what I say
Just get an electric guitar
And take some time
Learn how to play
Just learn how to play

I was down at the New Amsterdam
Just staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation
With a black-haired flamenco dancer
You know she dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
And we all want something beautiful
Man I wish I was beautiful

I will call up up, Maria! Show me some of that Spanish dancin'
And pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones.
Believe in me, help me believe in anything
'Cause I, 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. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Standing in this bright light, coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you should never be lonely

Well, I'm gonna paint myself a picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Yeah, you know gray, it's my favorite color
I just get so confused everyday
But if I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play.

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight, I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me
I hope I never get lonely

I wanna be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all wanna be big, big,big, big stars
Yeah but then we get second thoughts about that
Believe in me 'cause I don't believe in anything
And I, I don't wanna be someone to believe
You should not believe in me.

'Cause Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."
I wanna be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you
Sometimes that's just about as fucked up as you can be.

Can't you hear me because I'm screaming
I did not go outside yesterday
Don't wake me 'cause I was dreaming
And I might just stay inside again today
Mr. Jones and me
We don't see each other much anymore.

Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Mark Malley, Daniel John Vickrey, Charles Thomas Gillingham, David Lynn Bryson, Ben G. Mize, Adam Frederic Duritz, Steve Bowman
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