Admirable Words (II)

I wanna take a streetcar downtown
Read Dostoyevsky* and wander around
Drink some Guinness from a tin
Because my UI cheque has just come in.
Aw, where you been?

Because
Everything is coming up
Rosy & grey.
Yeah, the wind is cold but
The smell of snow
Warms me today
And your smile is fine
And it's just like mine
And it won't go away
Because everything is rosy & grey.

You've been under my skin for more than 8 years
It's been 8 years of laughter and 8 years of tears.
And I dunno what the future could hold or will do
For me and you
But I'm a much better man for having known you.
Yeah, you know that's true.

Because
Everything is coming up
Rosy & grey.
Yeah, the wind is cold but
The smell of snow
Warms me today
And your smile is fine
And it's just like mine
And it won't go away
Because everything is rosy & grey.

Well, I've been told that there's a sucker born every day.
Well, I wonder who, and I wonder who.
Maybe the one who doesn't realize there's a thousand shades of grey.
'Cause I know that's true, yes I do, yeah, I know it's true.
Yeah, I know it's true, how 'bout you?

They've been pickin' up trash and they're puttin' down roads
They're brokering stocks
The class struggle explodes
And I play this guitar just the best that I can
Yeah, maybe I'm not and maybe I am.
Aw, who gives a damn?

Because
Everything is coming up
Rosy & grey.
Yeah, the wind is cold but
The smell of snow
Warms me today
And your smile is fine
And it's just like mine
And it won't go away
Because everything is rosy & grey.

Well, I've kissed you in France and I've kissed you in Spain
(harmonica)
And I've kissed you in places I'd better not name
(harmonica)
And I've seen the sun go down on Sacre Coeur
(harmonica)
But I like it much better goin' down on you.
Yeah, you know that's true.

Because
Everything is coming up
Rosy & grey.
Yeah, the wind is cold but
The smell of snow
Warms me today
And your smile is fine
And it's just like mine
And it won't go away
Because everything is rosy & grey.

Yeah, rosy & grey!


--"Rosy & Grey" by The Lowest of the Low

*This is from the concert album, *Nothing Short of a Bullet.* On the studio album, *Shakespeare My Butt*, it's Henry Miller. Take your pick.