Ariège
By: Tim Bick
Description
This is Tim's attempt to write the kind of song Elliott Smith would have composed whilst he was thinking about the Beatles.
Lyrics
If you wanna get high Carry on, don't mind me I'd rather be left to wallow in misery Self pity's not bad Just make sure you don't put it in song With 28 verses, that would be wrong Look at this place, we could be anywhere Every chain shop and house they look the same People are acting like they're on crack Wish I could free fall back to Ariège Where did I go wrong I was know for vivacity Now I can't operate in that capacity Regrette rien That might sound like pure cliché I'd like to apologise for what I used to say Look at this place, we could be anywhere Every chain shop and house they look the same I used to write poetry, now I'm a hack Wish I could free fall back to Ariège Look at this place, we could be anywhere Every chain linked to more financial gain All of my memory's like Total Recall Wish I could free fall Look at this place, we could be anywhere Every chain shop and house they look the same This ain't nostalgia, nothing so small Wish I could free fall back to Ariège
