Counting Crows
Mr. Jones
August And Everything After (1993)

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      /       Shalalalala / la la   mm /   hen-en

I was down at the New Amsterdam
Staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up this conversation
With this black-haired flamenco dancer

She dances while his father plays
Guitar - she's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
Ah, I wish I was beautiful

So come dance this silence down through the morning          (groupe rentre)
Shalalalalalala / la ya / hen-en, yeah

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
Want to be someone / who believes, yeah

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  Mr. Jones and me / Tell each other fairy tales
  And stare at the beautiful women
  "She's lookin' at you, ah no no, she's lookin' at me"
  Smilin' in the bright lights / Comin' through in stereo
  When everybody loves you / You can never be lonely

Well, I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and grey
All of the beautiful colors are very very / meaningful, yeah well, you know

Grey is my favorite color, I / felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso / I would buy myself a grey guitar and play

  Mr. Jones and me / Look into the future                    w/ (lala lala yeah)
  Yeah, we stare at the beautiful women
  "She's lookin' at you, don't think so, she's lookin' at me"
  Standin' in the spotlight / I bought myself a grey guitar
  When everybody loves me / I will never be lonely

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I will never be / lonely, so I'm / never gonna be lone / ly
I want to be a lion / E, everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, yeah but / we got different reasons for that
Believe in me because I / don't believe in anything, and I
Want to be someone to believe / to believe, to believe, yeah

  Mr. Jones and me / Stumblin' 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 / ah, son, that's just about as funky as you can be
  
  Mr. Jones and me / Starin' 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 gonna be just about as happy as I can be
  
  Mr. Jones and me / We're gonna be big stars        (reste sur G)