Small Town — текст песни (John Cale)

Words and music: lou reed & john cale



When youre growing up in a small town

When youre growing up in a small town

When youre growing up in a small town

You say no one famous ever came from here

When youre growing up in a small town

And youre having a nervous breakdown

And you think that youll never escape it

Yourself or the place that you live

Where did picasso come from

Theres no michelangelo coming from pittsburgh

If art is the tip of the iceberg

Im the part sinking below



When youre growing up in a small town

Bad skin, bad eyes - gay and fatty

People look at you funny

When youre in a small town

My father worked in construction

Its not something for which Im suited

Oh - what is something for which you are suited?

Getting out of here



I hate being odd in a small town

If they stare let them stare in new york city

As this pink eyed painting albino

How far can my fantasy go?

Im no dali coming from pittsburgh

No adorable lisping capote

My hero - oh do you think I could meet him?

Id camp out at his front door

There is only one good thing about small town

There is only one good use for a small town

There is only one good thing about small town

You know that you want to get out



When youre growing up in a small town

You know youll grow down in a small town

There is only one good use for a small town

You hate it and youll know you have to leave