Flair And Heart
Verse 1
I´ve got a full on Hangover, drank three full bottles of Gin, then i threw my poetry in the garbage bin, just an old washed up dork, i used to think i could play like Jimmy Page, but now i know, i just ain´t no guitar sage, my music is in a cage, like fine wine it will age, too much time on this earth with only a guitar, pants and a shirt, i´ve come from the projects, never had material objects, when i got my guitar, i thought " will i play this beauty in a bar, or fill up streets with tar, and get a safe, beat up car?" Then i figured there´s enough laborers for ages of tar, ´n´ not enough men playin´ music outside society´s jar

Verse 2
I got hooked into my art, my day was all about playin´guitar, i play every second of it with flair and heart, met some musical big shots, they didn´t think i was among the other dots, my passion, skill, heart and flair, couldn´t be matched by any bots, my life would go down on the history books, i had the looks and the crowds i hooked, bought my mum a brand new Ferrari, she couldn´t drive but it made her feel so alive, she never put her hands on the wheel, but as long as she was happy, any price to pay was a steal,

Verse 3:
Tours soon got booked, ´n´ everyone else was overlooked, Springsteen got really keen, all around the world we would be seen, in shirts and jeans we would conquer jewelry queens, ´n´ we wore suits for men who worked in boots, bought a boat and sailed the seas in an overcoat, got a bombardier and flew on it with jewelry from Cartier. But fame, you´ve made me so lame, you went as quickly as you came, this was all a massive game, but the edge i will regain
Verse 4
One mornin´ i was headin´ for a show, i still thought i was a Guitar Poe, yet i saw my mum´s Ferrari in a tow, an´she said i was workin` super hard at bein´ a bard ´n´ she had me in the highest regard, but my checks had been slow, i was naive but i still made her glow, ´n´i would get back at my crow, even if it took a legal row, i started to cry , but all that did was havin´fame sayin´ goodbye
(Chorus)
I thought i was Tolstoi with a guitar, but now i can´t even go to a bar, no fame, no car, old days so recent yet so far, just drinkin´ whiskey from a jar, i wish i was Stephen King, but no one asks me to play or sing, don´t know what i can bring

Verse 5
Well, it´s been two long years with my mum in daIly tears ´n´fears, until Clapton called me one day and said, i have an offer for you, go play on a bay, ´n´ if you pass the test, you´ll meet life at its best, i put all my sage rage into that labour of love, ´n´boy i even managed to take a tear out of a dove, an´ i got it all back and then some, but there won´t be any parties throwin´ money at those that have it all and thenwant a dome, just my guitar to entertain the toilers who fill our streets with tar, those men are worth milllions, yet they don´t have a place to call a den, an´ they´re looked down as minions.

Flair And Heart
Verse 1
I´ve got a full on Hangover, drank three full bottles of Gin, then i threw my poetry in the garbage bin, just an old washed up dork, i used to think i could play like Jimmy Page, but now i know, i just ain´t no guitar sage, my music is in a cage, like fine wine it will age, too much time on this earth with only a guitar, pants and a shirt, i´ve come from the projects, never had material objects, when i got my guitar, i thought " will i play this beauty in a bar, or fill up streets with tar, and get a safe, beat up car?" Then i figured there´s enough laborers for ages of tar, ´n´ not enough men playin´ music outside society´s jar

Verse 2
I got hooked into my art, my day was all about playin´guitar, i play every second of it with flair and heart, met some musical big shots, they didn´t think i was among the other dots, my passion, skill, heart and flair, couldn´t be matched by any bots, my life would go down on the history books, i had the looks and the crowds i hooked, bought my mum a brand new Ferrari, she couldn´t drive but it made her feel so alive, she never put her hands on the wheel, but as long as she was happy, any price to pay was a steal,

Verse 3:
Tours soon got booked, ´n´ everyone else was overlooked, Springsteen got really keen, all around the world we would be seen, in shirts and jeans we would conquer jewelry queens, ´n´ we wore suits for men who worked in boots, bought a boat and sailed the seas in an overcoat, got a bombardier and flew on it with jewelry from Cartier. But fame, you´ve made me so lame, you went as quickly as you came, this was all a massive game, but the edge i will regain
Verse 4
One mornin´ i was headin´ for a show, i still thought i was a Guitar Poe, yet i saw my mum´s Ferrari in a tow, an´she said i was workin` super hard at bein´ a bard ´n´ she had me in the highest regard, but my checks had been slow, i was naive but i still made her glow, ´n´i would get back at my crow, even if it took a legal row, i started to cry , but all that did was havin´fame sayin´ goodbye
(Chorus)
I thought i was Tolstoi with a guitar, but now i can´t even go to a bar, no fame, no car, old days so recent yet so far, just drinkin´ whiskey from a jar, i wish i was Stephen King, but no one asks me to play or sing, don´t know what i can bring

Verse 5
Well, it´s been two long years with my mum in daIly tears ´n´fears, until Clapton called me one day and said, i have an offer for you, go play on a bay, ´n´ if you pass the test, you´ll meet life at its best, i put all my sage rage into that labour of love, ´n´boy i even managed to take a tear out of a dove, an´ i got it all back and then some, but there won´t be any parties throwin´ money at those that have it all and thenwant a dome, just my guitar to entertain the toilers who fill our streets with tar, those men are worth milllions, yet they don´t have a place to call a den, an´ they´re looked down as minions.

Gainsbourg, the Evoker
There´s an old young man in Paris, singin´each word with the finest touch of every piano chord, nevermind his cigarrette hoard, couldn´t make it by coloring a board, but either way, provocation was his way, through night and through day, regardless of what you had to say, Serge, you keep on bringin´ light, regardless of our fight, you will always shine like you did at the peak of your discreet, provocative life, happy and next thing you know, you were in a plight
You were a man who could have cared less about a ban, invented your own unique style, way ahead of society´s repeatin´ can, all you wanted was to be remembered for your paintings in acryle, and, as such i will forever remember your tribulation and trial
You lit a git, little by little bit, but for this boxy world you were unfit, both the world and your heart took a hit, but we´ll never forget your musical beat, it was a delightful hearin´ treat, your beloved Jane now joins you in your state of sanity amongst insane
You left us, way too soon, so many songs yet to bloom, France ´n´ the world were in a state of Gloom,still, we won´t forget how your talent was given, not lent, how no one else like you has been free to run his set, from Montparnasse to the MET, oh Serge, you provoked, but genius is yours to invoke
You lit a git, little by little bit, but for this boxy world you truly were unfit, both the world and your heart took a massive heat, but i´ll remember your musical beat, a delightful hearing treat, your beloved Jane now joins you in your state of sanity amongst insane
Genius, Ahead of Time, so many words, yet you could have said “they´re all mine”, whether playin´ or crackin´ jokes at dine, somewhat rude and somewhat fine, never scared to cross the line, at your passion´ you kept tryin´, you didn´t avoid dyin´ and yet ,i won´t stop cryin´, for your gift was one of one, you were just brilliant, brilliant to the bone.