歌曲名 Something 歌手名 Kristen Sieh+Rebecca Naomi Jones+Conor Ryan And Ken Barnett

作词：

作曲：The Fortress Of Solitude (Original Cast Recording)

And when Dean Street's just a memory

Don't think back at what went wrong

The mistakes we made all fade away

What matters is the song

Just keep searching for a space

It'll be better out here

Let the past disappear

Maybe next year

I hope you don't look back in anger

I hope you don't look back

Don't look back

You said something about Brooklyn

You said something about the block

You said something about being the only white kid in the hood

And when I asked anything specific

You were never in the mood

You'd say the only thing that saved me

Were the songs of Barrett Rude

Sorry Barrett Rude Junior

And you said nothing about how you knew the songs of Barrett Rude

Or knew the singer Barrett Rude

Or knew the son of Barrett Rude

You said la la la my best friend was black

La la la la some shit went down

La la la la I don't go back

Then you'd quickly change the subject to some b-side by James Brown

And I saw every plastic cover

Records comics kept like new

And I said this boy collects things

And now he's collecting you

And I said

La la la I'm okay being collected

La la 'cause then he'll tell me everything

La la la just don't ask about his mother

Just don't ask to go to Brooklyn

La la don't say a word about that ring

I kind of thought that ring might be for me

Something old something new

Something bothered blue

But he acts like it has powers

Like a ring to rule them all

Like a ring straight out of Wagner

Like a ring to make you fly

So I thought

La la la maybe you can be his sidekick

La la la maybe that would make him stay

La la la am I just another story

That black girlfriend in Berkeley

Like that black best friend on Dean Street

Another song that you can play

After you've finally run away

California dreamin'

Do you want to fly away

California

I would fly with you Dylan

When the Berkeley dream is done

You can run

Run

Run away

Who's that ring for Dylan

You keep telling all these stories

How your mother just abandoned you

And ran away to Berkeley

And she left you all these records

And that's how you knew about Junior

That amazing lost soul singer

Who's apparently not lost

'Cause he lives next door to your father

Who you never go to visit

'Cause you ran away to Berkeley

Where you picked up this great girlfriend

Was there anything else you neglected

When you seduced me with that music

La la la all those sad soul singers

With those songs that are authentic

Did you tell me anything authentic

Anything at all

You just said

La la la la I don't go back

La la la la I don't go back

Don't look back

Go back

Don't look back

Go back

Don't look back

Rich man poor man beggar man thief

Doctor lawyer Indian chief

Big man little man who ya gonna be

Will you ever sing your song to

Burnt umber

Sparkling pearl

Antique silver

Brass pearl

Royal gold

Fluorescent purple

La la all those forgotten singers

Whose lives don't really matter

You said

Those people's lives don't matter

Only the songs really matter

Those songs that are authentic

Because they sing their pain