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Þetta tveggja ára gamla cover-lag er tileinkað Cameron Crowe af augljósum ástæðum (og hugtakið cover-lag notað í mjög víðri merkingu í anda Crowe, sem væntanlega einn manna hefur talað um að gera cover-bíómynd), passar alveg ágætlega við þennan föstudag. Textinn vissulega alltof langur, væntanlega efni í átta mínútna lag, en það að stytta hann er seinni tíma verkefni. Eina skiptið sem ég hef slysast til að semja lag, efast um að slík slys gerist aftur en lofa engu.

Lady of Morocco

being uncool
waiting in line,
make me a fool
just one more time

hiding in shadows
glimmer in light
you always seem to be out of sight

taking my hand
letting it go
a foreign land
and you can’t say no

There is not even a Penny Lane
I don´t even know your real name
I didn´t invent the rainy day
They just seem to come my way

But I almost wrote this song,
about a boy and girl in love,
and I almost went along
with the life there is above

With Elvis and Jesus,
drinking the wine,
shooting the line,
make me look fine

But I don´t have your alibi
I´m stuck here on a street called try
the city´s called hope
the land is despair
you can find me almost anywhere

Look out the window,
I´m down below
trying not to put on a show

cause you need something real
beyond your eyes,
whatever you conseal
your face defines

cause...

There is not even a Penny Lane
I don´t even know your real name
I didn´t invent the rainy day
They just seem to come my way

But open umbrellas,
hand out some treats,
and let us sing this song in peace

Give me a dose of reality
for I just want some humanity

but...

there is not even a Penny Lane
I don´t even know your name

hand me a ticket
out in the street
we´ll always have Paris
if we ever meet

nearing the end
not wanting to stop
cause without your hand
this is all I got

Cause I´m all out of money
and I´m all out of words

the bank is not open
and the pen now is broken

for there is not even a Penny Lane
I don´t even know your real name
let us get out of this rainy day
and out of this country, far far away

for there never was a Penny Lane
I just want to know your real name
and on that very famous day
everything might just end our way