Guitar And Pen
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โฑ๏ธ 5:48 duration
๐ ID: 9725188
๐ Lyrics
You're alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how you'll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside you've got something to write
In your hand you hold your only pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
When the words are immobile until you sit down
Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found
Then you know in some strange unexplainable way
You must really have something
Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
Important to say
When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
And you swear and you curse cos the rhyming ain't clean
But it suddenly comes after years of delay
You pick up your guitar and you can suddenly play
When your fingers are bleeding and your knuckles are white
Then you can be sure, you can open the door
Get up off the floor tonight
You have something to write
When you wanna complain there's no one can stop you
But when your music proclaims there's no one can top you
You are wearing your heart on your jumping feet
You've got a head start away from the street
But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone
Could be there's just one thing left in the end
Your guitar and your pen
When you sing to your Mum and you hum and you croon
And she says that she'd like it "with more of a tune"
And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
Then you stick it together and start writing again
And you know that it won't be too long till your back
To bring her some money, she's calling you honey
Stashed in a bloody great sack
In your Cadillac
You're alone
You're alone
You're alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how you'll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside you've got something to write
In your hand you hold your only pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Wondering how you'll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside you've got something to write
In your hand you hold your only pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
When the words are immobile until you sit down
Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found
Then you know in some strange unexplainable way
You must really have something
Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
Important to say
When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
And you swear and you curse cos the rhyming ain't clean
But it suddenly comes after years of delay
You pick up your guitar and you can suddenly play
When your fingers are bleeding and your knuckles are white
Then you can be sure, you can open the door
Get up off the floor tonight
You have something to write
When you wanna complain there's no one can stop you
But when your music proclaims there's no one can top you
You are wearing your heart on your jumping feet
You've got a head start away from the street
But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone
Could be there's just one thing left in the end
Your guitar and your pen
When you sing to your Mum and you hum and you croon
And she says that she'd like it "with more of a tune"
And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
Then you stick it together and start writing again
And you know that it won't be too long till your back
To bring her some money, she's calling you honey
Stashed in a bloody great sack
In your Cadillac
You're alone
You're alone
You're alone above the street somewhere
Wondering how you'll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
But inside you've got something to write
In your hand you hold your only pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Your guitar or your pen
Never spend your guitar or your pen
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.95] You're alone above the street somewhere
[00:29.03] Wondering how you'll ever count out there
[00:33.52] You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
[00:36.42] But inside you've got something to write
[00:38.59] In your hand you hold your only pen
[00:40.98] Never spend your guitar or your pen
[00:44.26] Your guitar or your pen
[00:46.45] Your guitar or your pen
[00:48.51] Your guitar or your pen
[00:50.96] Your guitar or your pen
[00:51.71] When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
[00:54.49] When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
[00:57.47] When the words are immobile until you sit down
[01:00.69] Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found
[01:03.64] Then you know in some strange unexplainable way
[01:06.99] You must really have something
[01:09.02] Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
[01:13.76] Important to say
[01:16.15]
[01:33.06] When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
[01:36.01] And you swear and you curse cos the rhyming ain't clean
[01:39.05] But it suddenly comes after years of delay
[01:42.25] You pick up your guitar and you can suddenly play
[01:45.04] When your fingers are bleeding and your knuckles are white
[01:48.38] Then you can be sure, you can open the door
[01:51.54] Get up off the floor tonight
[01:55.30] You have something to write
[01:57.29]
[02:14.92] When you wanna complain there's no one can stop you
[02:20.94] But when your music proclaims there's no one can top you
[02:27.38] You are wearing your heart on your jumping feet
[02:32.76] You've got a head start away from the street
[02:42.34] But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone
[02:48.13] Could be there's just one thing left in the end
[02:56.58] Your guitar and your pen
[02:58.59]
[03:15.96] When you sing to your Mum and you hum and you croon
[03:18.66] And she says that she'd like it "with more of a tune"
[03:21.98] And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
[03:24.92] Then you stick it together and start writing again
[03:27.91] And you know that it won't be too long till your back
[03:30.91] To bring her some money, she's calling you honey
[03:35.64] Stashed in a bloody great sack
[03:38.37] In your Cadillac
[03:40.17]
[04:31.22] You're alone
[04:35.83] You're alone
[04:40.24] You're alone above the street somewhere
[04:45.01] Wondering how you'll ever count out there
[04:49.58] You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
[04:52.53] But inside you've got something to write
[04:54.64] In your hand you hold your only pen
[04:57.03] Never spend your guitar or your pen
[05:00.08] Your guitar or your pen
[05:02.45] Your guitar or your pen
[05:04.50] Your guitar or your pen
[05:07.15] Your guitar or your pen
[05:09.39] Your guitar or your pen
[05:11.68] Your guitar or your pen
[05:14.09] Your guitar or your pen
[05:16.18] Your guitar or your pen
[05:18.19]
[05:26.81] Never spend your guitar or your pen
[05:29.83]
[00:29.03] Wondering how you'll ever count out there
[00:33.52] You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
[00:36.42] But inside you've got something to write
[00:38.59] In your hand you hold your only pen
[00:40.98] Never spend your guitar or your pen
[00:44.26] Your guitar or your pen
[00:46.45] Your guitar or your pen
[00:48.51] Your guitar or your pen
[00:50.96] Your guitar or your pen
[00:51.71] When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up
[00:54.49] When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge
[00:57.47] When the words are immobile until you sit down
[01:00.69] Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found
[01:03.64] Then you know in some strange unexplainable way
[01:06.99] You must really have something
[01:09.02] Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away
[01:13.76] Important to say
[01:16.15]
[01:33.06] When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream
[01:36.01] And you swear and you curse cos the rhyming ain't clean
[01:39.05] But it suddenly comes after years of delay
[01:42.25] You pick up your guitar and you can suddenly play
[01:45.04] When your fingers are bleeding and your knuckles are white
[01:48.38] Then you can be sure, you can open the door
[01:51.54] Get up off the floor tonight
[01:55.30] You have something to write
[01:57.29]
[02:14.92] When you wanna complain there's no one can stop you
[02:20.94] But when your music proclaims there's no one can top you
[02:27.38] You are wearing your heart on your jumping feet
[02:32.76] You've got a head start away from the street
[02:42.34] But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone
[02:48.13] Could be there's just one thing left in the end
[02:56.58] Your guitar and your pen
[02:58.59]
[03:15.96] When you sing to your Mum and you hum and you croon
[03:18.66] And she says that she'd like it "with more of a tune"
[03:21.98] And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed
[03:24.92] Then you stick it together and start writing again
[03:27.91] And you know that it won't be too long till your back
[03:30.91] To bring her some money, she's calling you honey
[03:35.64] Stashed in a bloody great sack
[03:38.37] In your Cadillac
[03:40.17]
[04:31.22] You're alone
[04:35.83] You're alone
[04:40.24] You're alone above the street somewhere
[04:45.01] Wondering how you'll ever count out there
[04:49.58] You can walk, you can talk, you can fight
[04:52.53] But inside you've got something to write
[04:54.64] In your hand you hold your only pen
[04:57.03] Never spend your guitar or your pen
[05:00.08] Your guitar or your pen
[05:02.45] Your guitar or your pen
[05:04.50] Your guitar or your pen
[05:07.15] Your guitar or your pen
[05:09.39] Your guitar or your pen
[05:11.68] Your guitar or your pen
[05:14.09] Your guitar or your pen
[05:16.18] Your guitar or your pen
[05:18.19]
[05:26.81] Never spend your guitar or your pen
[05:29.83]