Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous, artist - Frank Turner.
Date of issue: 01.10.2013
Song language: English
I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous |
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 round 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; |
they’re chatting up the it girls, and they’re tearing up the charts, |
while we were paying with coppers to get our round 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 going to 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. |
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. |
Dave Danger smiles at strangers, Tre’s the safest girl I know, |
Zo and Harps will skamper up to victory in the city we call home. |
We won’t change our ways, we will proud remain when the glory fades. |
I am sick and tired of people who are living on the B-list. |
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: |
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. |
After all the loving and the losing, the heroes and the pioneers, |
the only thing that’s left to do is get another round in at the bar. |