SUCCESS by Graham Parker
The dreams and hopes of men are powered by addiction
And who am I to say that this is an affliction
When everybody gets suckered in and lives their lives like fiction
Writing their own stories of success
They say they want you for your colourful evocation
The way you turn a cliche into a sensation
But all they ever wanted was that same vibration
The one that shimmers round success
Success success
All you ever need:
Success
You can't be happy while someone else has a fistful
They glow from TV screens healthy strong and fiscal
And everybody slaps their back while you're alone with a wristful
Jerking to the rhythm of success
Success success
All you ever need:
Success
The dreams and hopes of men are powered by addiction
And who am I to say that this is an affliction
When everybody gets suckered in and lives their lives like fiction
Writing their own stories of success
They say they want you for your colourful evocation
The way you turn a cliche into a sensation
But all they ever wanted was that same vibration
The one that shimmers round success
Success success
All you ever need:
Success
You can't be happy while someone else has a fistful
They glow from TV screens healthy strong and fiscal
And everybody slaps their back while you're alone with a wristful
Jerking to the rhythm of success
Success success
All you ever need:
Success
Perhaps there is a point to this, somewhere, but I sure don't get it.
The best that I can make out of the gibberish is that you should not try to achieve success because you can't ever reach it. Which is a ridiculous idea to begin with.
The best that I can make out of the gibberish is that you should not try to achieve success because you can't ever reach it. Which is a ridiculous idea to begin with.
