Story Behind The Song

The lick was a practice piece long before it was a song.

Song Description

The music business is vast and top heavy and due to crumble into a bazillion tiiny pieces. I don't want to be seen holding the watch. Fresh air is required.

Lyrics

There's so many, that will tell you
You're not the only one playing in their game
Line up and be counted, there's so many
Only players win. They get the numbers

Leaning on the shoulder of the one next in line
Feeling kind of broken like a burned out house
The weather moving in it's got a scrambled edge
Running down the side of my Holy Grail
Giving me the sign

There's so many, that will show you
You're not the only one gazing on these stars
Look up and start counting, there's so many
Horses faces all painted by numbers

Leaning on the shoulder of the party line
Feeling kind of wiser like a dug out hole
The sun is coming out of a cloud above the rain
Falling from my pocket onto the road
Spreading light around

I get my thrills watching for spills on tv
Some wipe up fast, some get wiped out for good.
I make up my fills, listening to Pills by the Dolls
Lead me astray, to a plane at the balcony door

Leaning on a shoulder by a twisted pole
Having eggs for breakfast feeling better now
Cattle roam for miles and I can build a fence
The wind's moving in to blow the sky along
Picking up this song

I get my grails, by the pound at the shop in my brain
I cut out the jewels and make'em into some kind of tea
It's my only job to keep getting picked for the team
So I can have a number and trade for a bigger tv