noname

Don’t have much money, and I don’t know, if I ever will.
My friends keep telling me, to get a job, and pay my bills.
Seems there’s some power left, to keep me going on.
And maybe one day, I can laugh about this funny song.

People keep asking me …

… if i will ever, make some cash.
They think I’d better throw my synthesizers in the trash.
And to be honest, more than once I thought they may be right.
Maybe I better get a job, and work from 9 to 5.

I know I can go on, for days or weeks or even years.
Before I have to quit, and try to start a new career.
Keep doing music, all day long, and wait ’till I succeed.
All back to dreams, life and luxury, fight my dreams !

I will not do it any longer, if the dream starts to fade.
Or if I thought, i’m doing wrong, at the end, of the day.
Thing is, i’m so confident, that I am on my way.
Don’t need no fortune, just enough, to live, and be OK

* transcribed from http://www.myspace.com/chester_cave