Song Description
Slow, reflective Country Rock acoustic/electric ballad, reminiscent of mid-70s Neil Young. Bass and drums come in half-way through, along with some distorted electric guitar licks. The lyrics relate to the songs, songwriting and the job of being a musician, as well as the art of listening to music.
| Song Length |
4:49 |
Genre |
Rock - Americana, Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Still, Anxious |
Subject |
Music, Musician |
| Similar Artists |
Neil Young, Wilco |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1970 - 1979 |
| |
Lyrics
I hope I manage to remember
When or how I lost my way
When I sat down to write that stupid song
I don't know what I was trying to say
Cause I seem to glorify
Things that you and I
Could never justify in a thousand years
I was a young man when I wrote it
And I still don't mind the stupid song
But it would be a stupid boy or a stupid girl
Who didn't try to know what's right and what is wrong
You thought hate was just a legend
You were looking for a love and I know why
Cause the only way to know if the money in your hand is counterfeit
Is to know what the real thing looks like if you see it passing by
And you'll always pay the price
If your only sacrifice
Is not your own
And I hope it's clear what I'm trying to say
Just don't live your life by what is on the radio
And I know that it's only a stupid rock and roll song
But we try to teach our children the way that they should go