Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guitar And Pen, artist - The Who. Album song Who Are You, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 17.08.1978
Record label: A Geffen Records Release;
Song language: English
Guitar And Pen |
You’re alone above the street somewhere |
Wondering how you’ll ever count out there |
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight |
But inside you’ve got something to write |
In your hand you hold your only friend |
Never spend your guitar or your pen |
Your guitar or your pen |
Your guitar or your pen |
Your guitar or your pen |
Your guitar or your pen |
When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up When you’re kicking the fence and still nothing will budge |
When the words are immobile until you sit down |
Never feel they’re worth keeping, they’re not easily found |
Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way |
You must really have something |
Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away |
Important to say |
When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream |
And you swear and you curse 'cause the rhyming ain’t clean |
But it suddenly comes after years of delay |
You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play |
When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white |
Then you can be sure, you can open the door |
Get off of the floor tonight |
You have something to write |
When you want to complain, there’s no one can stop you |
But when your music proclaims, there’s no one can top you |
You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet |
You’ve got a head start away from the street |
But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone? |
Could be there’s just one thing left in the end |
Your guitar and your pen |
When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon |
And she says that she’d like it with more of a tune |
And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed |
Then you stick it together and start writing again |
And you know that it won’t be too long 'til your back |
To bring her some money, she’s calling you honey |
Stashed in a bloody great sack |
In your Cadillac |
You’re alone |
You’re alone |
You’re alone above the street somewhere |
Wondering how you’ll ever count out there |
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight |
But inside you’ve got something to write |
In your hand you hold your only friend |
Never spend your guitar or your pen |
Your guitar or your pen |
Your guitar or your pen |
Your guitar or your pen |
Your guitar or your pen |
Your guitar or your pen |
Your guitar or your pen |
Your guitar or your pen |
Never spend your guitar or your pen |