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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cameron Undy
Bass
Georgia Mooney
Background Vocals
Glenn Wilson
Drums
Lucian McGuiness
Trombone
Mike Rosenberg
Lead Vocals
Sam Golding
Trumpet
Simon Ferenci
Trumpet
Stu Larsen
Background Vocals
Stuart Hunter
Keyboards
Tim Hart
Banjo
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Rosenberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Rosenberg
Producer
Chris Vallejo
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Well, grey clouds wrapped around the town like elastic
Cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic
The boy laughed at the spastic dancing around in the rain
[Verse 2]
While launderettes cleaned clothes, high heels rub toes
Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows
Dressed in their suits and their boots where they all look the same
[Verse 3]
I took myself down to the cafe to find all
The boys lost in books and crackling vinyl
And carved out a poem above the urinal that read
[Verse 4]
Don't you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you're given
Life's for the living, so live it
Or you're better off dead
[Verse 5]
While the evening pulled the moon out of it's packet
Stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket
We needed a nail but we tacked it till it fell off the wall
[Verse 6]
While pigeon's pecked trains, sparks flew like planes
The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains
And we all had new iPhones but no one had no one to call
[Verse 7]
And I stumbled down to the stomach of the town
Where the widow takes memories to slowly drown
With a hand to the sky and a mist in her eyes, she said
[Verse 8]
Don't you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you're given
Life's for the living, so live it
Or you're better off dead
[Verse 9]
Well, I'm sick of this town, this blind man's forage
They take your dreams down and they stick them in storage
You can have 'em back, son
When you've paid off your mortgage and loans
[Verse 10]
Oh, hell with this place, I'll go it my own way
I'll stick out my thumb and I trudge down the highway
Someday someone must be going my way home
[Verse 11]
Till then, I'll make my bed from a disused car
With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars
And I'll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread
[Verse 12]
Don't you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you're given
You know life's for the living, so live it
Or you're better off dead
[Verse 13]
Don't you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you're given
Life's for the living so live it
Or you're better off dead
Written by: Mike Rosenberg