Cancion : Django
Artista : Swingrowers
Album : Remote
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[Verse 1]
First things first
We've been close for years
Whenever I would play
You would open your ears
Asked me to teach ya and I would
Slip you beers
We played all night
How'd we get to here?
Cause I carried your bags
Your rags and your riches
We had each other's backs
Back then when we were big kids
But you just took it all for granted and ya ditched me
Switched when I asked you to include me in the picture!
[Chorus]
It ain't
It ain't all about you! (No, no)
I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha...)
But you blow your own horn
You and talk and talk
It ain't (It ain't!)
It ain't all about you! (It ain't all about you!)
I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha!)
But why'd you treat me like ya do, why'd you treat me like ya do?
[Verse 2]
Listen now
We were dealt the same hand
Ya came running to me too quick
Wantin' the funds for your band
I showed you the ropes
It's up to you to make the most of it
And be your own man
I ain't holdin' your hand no more!
I know you won't
Because you must be needing both hands
The way you've been blowing your own trumpet
And jumping up to your own dance
It's so sad
'Cause we were so close
But now you don't even seem to notice me
Ya stuck so far up ya own ass!
[Chorus]
It ain't
It ain't all about you! (No, no)
I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha...)
But you blow your own horn
You talk and talk
It ain't (It ain't!)
It ain't all about you! (It ain't all about you!)
I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha!)
But why'd you treat me like ya do, why'd you treat me like ya do?
{Verse 3]
This is gettin' silly
Little brother, ask our mother
Got a call from my drummer said
He's gonna run and play with ya?
Well I've got another one
Already man, a better one
Let's go, head-to-head
And then we'll see who is the better son!
Ah, so typical!
So competitive!
I'll take up your offer and give ya some of your own medicine
Your heart's darker than a pint of Guinness
I'm steppin' up and I ain't leaving 'til ya finished!
[Chorus]
It ain't
It ain't all about you! (No, no)
I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha...)
But you blow your own horn
You talk and talk
It ain't (It ain't!)
It ain't all about you! (It ain't all about you!)
I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha!)
But why'd you treat me like ya do, why'd you treat me like ya do?
[Spoken]
Ladies and gentlemen
Django Rinehardt
Goes up against his little brother D'anglo Rinehardt
In a sound clash to musical death!
Lots of images folks!
Get tickets now!
D'anglo's stolen his brother's drummer!
No love lost, it can go straight to stringing!
Fist-to-fist!
The loser can't hide
And the winner takes all the pride!
[Chorus]
It ain't
It ain't all about you! (No, no)
I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha...)
But you blow your own horn
You talk and talk
It ain't (It ain't!)
It ain't all about you! (It ain't all about you!)
I really like all the things you do (Ha ha ha!)
But why'd you treat me like ya do, why'd you treat me like ya do?
[Spoken Outro]
Reports coming from the grand bowl here!
Where we saw Django and D'anglo Rinehardt
Come toe-to-toe musically
And then physically blow-to-blow!
After what was one of the great musical shows
Of our time, with both brothers in their prime
Losing their cool, and then losing their minds!
Both pulled out quite the considerable sharp knife
And in the aftermath
What can only be described as a post-musical bloodbath
Something happened that no man could have ever planned
Both brothers severed both their hands!


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