Talk of the Town

everybody knows your name
trying to figure out your game
as you sneak down the street with your record
playing so loud

they don’t see the cameras in your face
on the red carpet of another place
that has hotel rooms and paparazzi

they don’t hear the questions they ask
that they broadcast on TV; the papers; the internet
sharing your privacy with the world

everybody knows my name
but no-one really gets my game
as I wander through the streets in my Converse
trying to speak, saying, 

“let me be myself, 
let my dress myself
in rags if I want to.
i feel like a Rolling Stone
with a golden throne 
and screaming fans.
i’m the talk of the town.”


29 November 2010

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