Smalltown — текст песни (Reed Cale)

Smalltown (c) 1990
from Songs for Drella
by Lou Reed and John Cale
When you`re growing up in a small town
When you`re growing up in a small town
When you`re growing up in a small town
You say no one famous ever came from here
When you`re growing up in a small town
and you`re having a nervous breakdown
and you think that you`ll never escape it
Yourself or the place that you live
Where did Picasso caome from
There`s no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh
If art is the tip of the iceberg
I`m the part sinking below
When you`re growing up in a small town
Bad skin, bad eyes -gay and fatty
People look at you funny
When you`re in a small town
My father worded in construction
it`s not something for which i am suited
Oh -what is somethign 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 cidy
at this pick eyed painting alnio
How far can my fantasy go?
I`m no Dali coming from Pittsburgh
No adorable lisping Capote
My hereo -Oh do you think I could meet him?
I`d camp out at his front door
There`s only one good thing about a small town
There`s only one good use for a small town
There`s only one good thing about a small town
You know that you want to get out
When you`re growing up in a small town
You know you`ll grow down in a small town
There`s only one good use for a small town
You hate it and you know you`ll have to leave