Frank Turner - I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous lyrics
[Frank Turner - I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous lyrics]
Let's begin at the beginning
We're lovers and we're losers
We're heroes and we're pioneers
And we're beggars and we're choosers
We're skirting around the edges
Of the ideal demographic
We're almost on the guestlist
But we're always stuck in traffic
We've watched our close associates
Up and play their parts
Chatting up the it girls
And they're tearing up the charts
While we were paying with coppers
To get our rounds in at the bar
We're the C Team, we're the almost famous
Old friends of the stars justin is the last
Of the great romantic poets
And he's the only one among us
Who is ever gonna make it
We planned a revolution
From a cheap Southampton bistro
I don't remember details
But there were English boys with banjos
Jay is our St George
And he's standing on a wooden chair
And he sings songs and he slays dragons
And he's losing all his hair
And Adam is the resurrected
Spirit of Gram Parsons
In plaid instead of rhinestone and
Living in South London
And no one's really clear
About Tommy's job description
But, it's pretty clear he's vital
To the whole damn operation
And Dave Danger smiles at strangers
Tre's the safest girl I know
Zo and Harps will scamper up to victory
In the city we call home
We won't change our ways
We will proud remain when the glory fades
When the glory fades
Yeah, I am sick and tired of people
Who are living on the B-list
Yeah, they're waiting to be famous
And they're wondering why they do this
And I know I'm not the
One who is habitually optimistic
But, I'm the one who's
Got the microphone here
So just remember this
Yeah, well life is about love
Last minutes and lost evenings
About fire in our bellies
And furtive little feelings
And the aching amplitudes that set
Our needles all a-flickering
And help us with remembering that the only
Thing that's left to do is live
Yeah, the only thing that's left
To do is live
After all the loving and the losing
For the heroes and the pioneers
The only thing that's left to do
Is get another round in at the bar
We're lovers and we're losers
We're heroes and we're pioneers
And we're beggars and we're choosers
We're skirting around the edges
Of the ideal demographic
We're almost on the guestlist
But we're always stuck in traffic
We've watched our close associates
Up and play their parts
Chatting up the it girls
And they're tearing up the charts
While we were paying with coppers
To get our rounds in at the bar
We're the C Team, we're the almost famous
Old friends of the stars justin is the last
Of the great romantic poets
And he's the only one among us
Who is ever gonna make it
We planned a revolution
From a cheap Southampton bistro
I don't remember details
But there were English boys with banjos
Jay is our St George
And he's standing on a wooden chair
And he sings songs and he slays dragons
And he's losing all his hair
And Adam is the resurrected
Spirit of Gram Parsons
In plaid instead of rhinestone and
Living in South London
And no one's really clear
About Tommy's job description
But, it's pretty clear he's vital
To the whole damn operation
And Dave Danger smiles at strangers
Tre's the safest girl I know
Zo and Harps will scamper up to victory
In the city we call home
We won't change our ways
We will proud remain when the glory fades
When the glory fades
Yeah, I am sick and tired of people
Who are living on the B-list
Yeah, they're waiting to be famous
And they're wondering why they do this
And I know I'm not the
One who is habitually optimistic
But, I'm the one who's
Got the microphone here
So just remember this
Yeah, well life is about love
Last minutes and lost evenings
About fire in our bellies
And furtive little feelings
And the aching amplitudes that set
Our needles all a-flickering
And help us with remembering that the only
Thing that's left to do is live
Yeah, the only thing that's left
To do is live
After all the loving and the losing
For the heroes and the pioneers
The only thing that's left to do
Is get another round in at the bar