木曜日, 6月 10, 2004

Waxing lyrical

jammed with imran last night. it all started with trying out my digicam's video recording facility. did a few songs, pretending to be clapton and fairweather-low. hazard a guess who was who. i had my tele while 'slowhand' here had his strats (note: plural). the songs we played really stood out, in my opinion, both musically and lyrically. that's because we didn't write them. hah!

so, at the risk of turning this blog into a lyrics.com kind of page, here are some words from last night's session which may hold some truth. for some people.

Nobody Knows You When You're Down And Out

Once I lived the life of a millionaire,
Spent all my money, I just did not care.
Took all my friends out for a good time,
Bought bootleg whisky, champagne and wine.
Then I began to fall so low,
Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go.
I get my hands on a dollar again,
I'm gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins.

'Cause no, no, nobody knows you
When you're down and out.
In your pocket, not one penny,
And as for friends, you don't have any.

When you finally get back up on your feet again,
Everybody wants to be your old long-lost friend.
Said it's mighty strange, without a doubt,
Nobody knows you when you're down and out.

When you finally get back upon your feet again,
Everybody wants to be your good old long-lost friend.
Said it's mighty strange,
Nobody knows you,
Nobody knows you,
Nobody knows you when you're down and out.


Eric Clapton, Unplugged (Reprise, 1992)
(J. Cox)