FLAIR AND HEART LYRICS

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.