Van Morrison - Frame Lyrics
Whoa-oh, fameThey're takin' ev'rything an' twistin' itWhoa-oh, 'fame' they're sayin'Yeah, I never could have resisted itWhat's in a nameAnd ev'rybody's jadded by fameWhoa, fame againThe press has gone an' made another mess of itHo-oh, just because they've got so much invested in itBut they say you're to blame, it's your own fault'Cause you've got mixed up in fameWhoa, no don't believe all thatOld Andy Warhol guff!It takes a lot more than ten or fiften minutesThat's just not enoughTo qualifiy you for fameYa went beyond the boundaries of sanityAnd ev'ryday you defy all the laws of gravityYa ain't got no shame'Cause you're just addicted to fameAlright(Instrumental and guitar)Whoa no, don't ya buyNone of that old Andy Warhol stuff-aIt takes a lot more than ten or fifteen minutesThat's just not enoughTo qualify you for fameThey're already settin' up your own WatergateWhoa-oh, fameThat stalker out there is just filled with hateYou'll never be the same'Cause ev'rybody's corrupted by fameWhoa-oh-oh-oh, fameYou took away all my humanityOh-oh, fameGot to fight ev'ry second of the day for my dignityYou're suspectator's gameAnd there ain't nothin' fair about fameDo it againWhoa-oh(Fame)Whoa-oh(Fame)Say it againWhoa-oh(Fame)Say it againFame(Fame)They say you're to blame'Cause you got mixed up in fame.
