Story Behind the Song
This is as lo-fi as it gets, folks! A simple 2-track demo, recorded on a regular audio tape. Watch out for the full band treatment on the next BEYOND THE FIELDS release!
Lyrics
The Artist's Song
A first, a fifth, and a second
A relaxed beat is all you need
It almost sounds like Bobby's tune
For Heaven's sake, Bob, don't sue me
Steven writes the same new old ballad
Scared shitless not to have another hit
Let's give the audience what they want
Too bad so many just want the same old shit
Happy new year to all of you
We'll make sure it's gonna be just the same
Don't worry, there won't be nothing new
We'll deliver the same old shit again
Lars said our music's dead
Yet, he still plays metal drums
Who needs britpop when we've got the Beatles?
And why is Kurt's offspring writing teenage songs?
Cloned boygroups without end
One black, one blonde, one for every taste
We got T-shirts, posters, mugs, you name it, everything
So hurry up girls, no time to waste
Happy new year to all of you
We'll make sure it's gonna be just the same
Don't worry, there won't be nothing new
We'll deliver the same old shit again
What's goin' on with the non-blondes?
Do they worry or are they happy now?
Why bother to write on?
If any remix will please the crowds
Hey, her voice is back
So are her face, her ass, and her legs
Actors playin' the role of musicians
Here we are, welcome to Hollywood
Happy new year to all of you
We'll make sure it's gonna be just the same
Don't worry, there won't be nothing new
We'll deliver the same old shit again
In Hollywood they're dyin' hard again
Copyright 2000 Andre Bollier (SUISA)
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