A Song for All Seasons — текст песни (Jefferson Airplane)

Well the word was out on the street today

All the friends that Id met would have to say

While your records line the shelves

Youre fighting amongst yourselves

Thats a hell of a lot of dues for you to pay

Well the word my friend you know is on the street

Its on the lips of everyone I meet

While youre climbin up the chart

Your band just fell apart

I guess your life just aint really that complete

You know your car with which I was impressed

Well I hear that its gonna be repossessed

Well I thought you had it made

But you aint even paid

For the things that youve bought

Since the acid test

I hear you manager skipped town with all your pay

And your lead singers bulge turns the censors grey

Wall thats really a doggone shame

But whos there left to blame

And all you ever really wanted was just to play

They say your drummer hes crazy as a loon

Last night they found him baying at the moon

As as for your lead guitar

He just cracked up his car

But he should be out of traction very soon

Well my friend its time for me to go

I just cant be late for my evening show

You see Ive written this tune

And I hope that very soon

Ill be heard on top 40 radio