The Aging Musician

Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, fast as you can
Run, run, fast as you can
Run, run, fast as you can
You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man
Once upon a time I played electric guitar
And they said I was a rock and roll star
Now nobody calls me on the telephone
So I sit and watch my TV all alone
Maybe if I put a bullet in my brain
They’d remember me like Kurt Cobain
And the parasites on MTV
Would wipe their eyes and act like they knew me
But I wouldn’t be a hero I’d be dead
Just a note beside a corpse that read
«If you like to pretend that you’ll never get old
You got what it takes to rock and roll»
Jagger — he was a poet. None of this «three chords and a hairdresser» crap
I just need a couple of players. With a couple of really good players,
I could have a band again go back on the road--C'mere, boy!--play real music,
none of this computer crap, real music--C'mere, boy!--We could go- we could go
big
Whatever happened to music? Now it’s all about marketing and media coverage.
Goddamn MTV, everything was okay before MTV. And gun control — like gun
control’s gonna stop anything! A Colt Trooper MkIII will stop just about
anything
C’mere! …Boy, Mauser, where’s Uzi? Is he outside?
Nothing’s right anymore not even TV. Davy Crockett said it all when I was a kid:
«If you’re sure you’re right, then go ahead on.» Now, nothing’s right.
Nothing’s right
Goddamn MTV!