Lyrics

Robert Pollard The music is there You can sleep all day Or hide anywhere But the heavenly sounds And holy strains Fall on you like rain Gary Waleik You've written a song But you hate the lyrics The chords are all wrong And the melody Isn't all that it can be That's what you told me The minor stars are growing dim And they fall around him They've sputtered and they've faltered None burn like Robert Pollard Caught in creation With never a new song denied By buzzing one-stringer And boombox and voices that guide A rising chorus That opens wide Paul McCartney It pains me to say That you have a great gift But hide it away But we'll forgive the crime If you will paint in perfect rhymes Mine some gems this time The major stars are growing dim And they fall around him They've sputtered and they've faltered None burn like Robert Pollard The big refrains Would not be chained And fall like rain The holy strains Would not be chained And fall like rain Listen, Paul McCartney Listen, Brian Wilson Listen, Jaggers/Richards Listen, Raymond Davies Listen, Randy Newman Listen, Colin Newman Listen, Gary Waleik None burn like Robert Pollard