Текст песни Reed Cale - Smalltown
Reed Cale - Smalltown слова песни
"Smalltown" (c) 1990 from Songs for Drella by Lou Reed and John CaleWhen you`re growing up in a small townWhen you`re growing up in a small townWhen you`re growing up in a small townYou say no one famous ever came from hereWhen you`re growing up in a small townand you`re having a nervous breakdownand you think that you`ll never escape itYourself or the place that you liveWhere did Picasso caome fromThere`s no Michelangelo coming from PittsburghIf art is the tip of the icebergI`m the part sinking belowWhen you`re growing up in a small townBad skin, bad eyes -gay and fattyPeople look at you funnyWhen you`re in a small townMy father worded in constructionit`s not something for which i am suitedOh -what is somethign for which you are suited?Getting out of hereI hate being odd in a small townIf they stare let them stare in New York cidyat this pick eyed painting alnioHow far can my fantasy go?I`m no Dali coming from PittsburghNo adorable lisping CapoteMy hereo -Oh do you think I could meet him?I`d camp out at his front doorThere`s only one good thing about a small townThere`s only one good use for a small townThere`s only one good thing about a small townYou know that you want to get outWhen you`re growing up in a small townYou know you`ll grow down in a small townThere`s only one good use for a small townYou hate it and you know you`ll have to leave