TFT: Counting Crows

 

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Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world.  For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously fervent rants of rebellion.  Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.

Mr. Jones

Counting Crows

I was down at the New Amsterdam

Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation

With this black-haired

Flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
Man I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence

Down through the morning
Cut up Maria

Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle

Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
‘Cause I

I want to be someone

Who believes

Mr. Jones and me

Tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
She's looking at you

Ah no no

She's looking at me

Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you

You can never be lonely
I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue

And red

And black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are

Very very meaningful
Gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic

Yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar

And play

Mr. Jones and me

Look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
She's looking at you
I don't think so

She's looking at me

Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me

I will never be lonely

I will never be lonely

Never gonna be

Lonely
I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars

But we got different reasons for that
Believe in me

Because I don't believe in anything
And I

I want to be someone

To believe

To believe

To believe

Mr. Jones and me

Stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
She's perfect for you

Man there's got to be
somebody for me
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone

Just a little more funky
When everybody loves you son

That's just about as
Funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me

Staring at the video
When I look at the television

I want to see me

Staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars

But we don't know why
And we don't know how
But when everybody loves me

I'm going to be just
About as happy as I can be

Mr. Jones and me

We're gonna be big stars

A Long December

Counting Crows

A long December

And there's reason to believe

Maybe this year will be

Better than the last

I can't remember

The last thing that you said

As you were leavin'

Now the days go by so fast

And it's one more day up in the canyons

And it's one more night in Hollywood

If you think that I could be forgiven

I wish you would

The smell of hospitals

In winter

And the feeling

That it's all a lot of oysters

But no pearls

All at once

You look across a crowded room

To see the way that light attaches

To a girl

And it's one more day up in the canyons

And it's one more night in Hollywood

If you think you might come to California

I think you should

Drove up to Hillside Manor

Sometime after two a.m.

And talked a little while

About the year

I guess the winter makes you

Laugh a little slower

Makes you

Talk a little lower

About the things

You could not show her

And it's been a long December

And there's reason to believe

Maybe this year will be

Better than the last

I can't remember

All the times I tried to tell myself

To hold on

To these moments

As they pass

And it's one more day up in the canyon

And it's one more night in Hollywood

It's been so long since I've seen the ocean

I guess I should

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