Taylor Bickett reminds for of the Scottish band Trash Can Sinatras. But, where Taylor Bickett is direct, the Trash Can Sinatras were ironic, and there is also a difference with their lead singer being male, but compare the theme of this song to the Trash Can Sinatras' Best Man's Fall Could I interest you in a little something special Pay the earth but if you have no money Your attention will do And if you don't give a damn You're welcome to keep it It's a hard road when you know where you're going And it's harder when you know where you're not So I'll stamp my clay feet till the staggering stops But good god give me strength to face another lazy day of "if I was a millionaire I'd be a million miles from here" Hands of the clock give me a round of applause For getting out of bed and the scars of the night before Have turned into scabs and still I'm seeing double And I'm looking twice my age It's getting to the stage where I'm old, not wise, just worried Stories of rags to riches leave me in stitches And with a thread that's hard to follow You came into my life like a brick through a window And I cracked a smile Remember those good Who remembers the good old games That seemed to fill our days Like a kiss, cuddle and torture and I-spy, s-p-I-t in your eye Those around me who came up trumps Would always get down on their knees to brag
So good…thank you Taylor
Exactly the moment I needed💔
this song hits haaard!!
The lyrics in all your songs are so well written!
Love this
Beautiful voice
Why is your channel sooooo underrated???
Great song
Taylor Bickett reminds for of the Scottish band Trash Can Sinatras. But, where Taylor Bickett is direct, the Trash Can Sinatras were ironic, and there is also a difference with their lead singer being male, but compare the theme of this song to the Trash Can Sinatras' Best Man's Fall
Could I interest you in a little something special
Pay the earth but if you have no money
Your attention will do
And if you don't give a damn
You're welcome to keep it
It's a hard road when you know where you're going
And it's harder when you know where you're not
So I'll stamp my clay feet till the staggering stops
But good god give me strength to face another lazy day of
"if I was a millionaire I'd be a million miles from here"
Hands of the clock give me a round of applause
For getting out of bed and the scars of the night before
Have turned into scabs and still I'm seeing double
And I'm looking twice my age
It's getting to the stage where
I'm old, not wise, just worried
Stories of rags to riches leave me in stitches
And with a thread that's hard to follow
You came into my life like a brick through a window
And I cracked a smile
Remember those good
Who remembers the good old games
That seemed to fill our days
Like a kiss, cuddle and torture and
I-spy, s-p-I-t in your eye
Those around me who came up trumps
Would always get down on their knees to brag
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Hey taylor, i think you are so talented! Id love to work with you and get you more engagement. Where can i email you?