I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous - Frank Turner
Let's begin at the beginning:
We're lovers and we're losers;
We're heroes and we're pioneers;
We're beggars and we're choosers.
Skirting round the edges of the ideal demographic,
We're almost on the guestlist, but we're always stuck in traffic.
Watched out close associates
up and play their parts
Chatting up the It Girls
and they're tearing up the charts
While we were playing with coppers to get our rounds 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
He's the only one among us who is ever gonna make it
We planned a revolution from a cheap Southampton bistro
I don't remember details but there were English boys with banjos.
And Jay is our St George
And he's standing on a wooden chair
And he sings songs and slays dragons
But he's losing all his hair
And Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gran 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 with strangers
Drew's the safest girl I know.
Up Soham Hubs, we'll scamper up
To victory in the city we call home.
We won't change our ways.
We'll proud remain
When the glory fades
When the glory fades
Yeah I am sick and tired of people
Who are living on the B-list
Yeah, they're waiting to be famous
And they 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:
Yeah, life is about love, last minutes and lost evenings,
About fire in our bellies and about furtive little feelings,
And the aching aptitudes that set our needles all aflickering
And they help us with remembering,
That the only thing that's left to do is live!
Yeah the only thing that's left to do is live
After all of the loving and the losing,
The heroes and pioneers,
The only thing that's left to do
Is get another round in at the bar.
We're lovers and we're losers;
We're heroes and we're pioneers;
We're beggars and we're choosers.
Skirting round the edges of the ideal demographic,
We're almost on the guestlist, but we're always stuck in traffic.
Watched out close associates
up and play their parts
Chatting up the It Girls
and they're tearing up the charts
While we were playing with coppers to get our rounds 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
He's the only one among us who is ever gonna make it
We planned a revolution from a cheap Southampton bistro
I don't remember details but there were English boys with banjos.
And Jay is our St George
And he's standing on a wooden chair
And he sings songs and slays dragons
But he's losing all his hair
And Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gran 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 with strangers
Drew's the safest girl I know.
Up Soham Hubs, we'll scamper up
To victory in the city we call home.
We won't change our ways.
We'll proud remain
When the glory fades
When the glory fades
Yeah I am sick and tired of people
Who are living on the B-list
Yeah, they're waiting to be famous
And they 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:
Yeah, life is about love, last minutes and lost evenings,
About fire in our bellies and about furtive little feelings,
And the aching aptitudes that set our needles all aflickering
And they help us with remembering,
That the only thing that's left to do is live!
Yeah the only thing that's left to do is live
After all of the loving and the losing,
The heroes and pioneers,
The only thing that's left to do
Is get another round in at the bar.