Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tim , by - Joel Plaskett. Song from the album 44, in the genre Иностранная авторская песняRelease date: 16.04.2020
Record label: Pheromone, Songs For The Gang
Song language: English
Tim |
| Tim, he had a way |
| Of reeling people in |
| In a crowded bar |
| It was just you and Tim |
| Tim he knew the drill |
| He’d been around the block |
| With his bass guitar |
| He’d rock |
| He had this calling card |
| That Charles & Andrew printed up |
| «Let God sort 'em out,» that’s what it said |
| Let Tim fill up your cup |
| Tim he moved away |
| Trying to keep the country cool |
| Toronto needed work |
| He took that town to school |
| (It was a form of public service) |
| It was there he met his love |
| A gal he’d known for years |
| When she said his name |
| Tim, he was all ears |
| He was not as tall |
| As our other Tim |
| Miniature, not small |
| Chuck, he nicknamed him |
| When Tim was holding court |
| H was not quick to judge |
| He knew w’d make mistakes |
| Everybody does |
| We’d talk about baseball |
| Jim Thompson and Revolution Rock |
| We’d talk about anything at all |
| Man, we would talk |
| But sometimes when he spoke |
| He was just blowing smoke |
| And that was alright |
| Tim was in a band |
| We used to share a space |
| When my patch cords went missing |
| I’d find them in his case |
| Then somebody stole his bass |
| Out the back of the Marquee |
| If that prick is playing gigs |
| He’d better play for free |
| Play for free, play for free |
| Tim, he gave a shit |
| Except when he did not |
| He called it like he saw it |
| And damn, he saw a lot |
| Oh we miss you Tim |
| Yeah, we miss you Tim |
| Hey brother, I’m with him |
| I’m hanging here with Tim |
| Oh we miss you Tim |
| Yeah, we miss you Tim |
| Babe, leave on a light |
| I’ll be home late tonight |
| I’m catching up with Tim |
| I’d meet him at the Swan |
| Every time I’d hit The Smoke |
| Now both of them are gone |
| This ain’t a funny joke |
| Oh we miss you Tim |
| Yeah, we miss you Tim |
| Tim, Tim |
| Tim, Tim |
| A rock & roll heart parts the clouds |
| Lights the dark, carving a path |
| It’s ragged, but right you are |
| From the sweet mess of youth |
| To the old Double Deuce |
| Where the Angels would sit |
| Most nights at the bar |
| The cut got the press |
| But you’d rather see the scar |
| A smoke or a drink |
| Never far out of hand |
| Forget the lead singer |
| Let’s talk ‘bout the band |
| Nowhere to go but up |
| So we’ll start in the pub |
| And end in the clouds |
| And to call you a friend |
| Makes me proud |