One Day from Modern Man by Benjamin Folke Thomas

I’m but a worn out troubadour
I go from bar to bar and I sing for room and board
Sometimes when the going gets tough
I try to sing a sad song to shut the people up

I played my first show when I was nineteen
In a basement in south London
I didn’t get paid i played for free
Yes I admit I wasn’t very good
I was trying to hard to be misunderstood

One day I’m gonna be a star sit atop my pedestal
Not care about the bars
And all the lines will come for free
And i’ll board that train from nowhere town to prosperity
And I’ll become right wing
Forget about the poverty and all the trouble that I’ve been in

I don’t keep in touch with old friends I used to know
Anyway they’ve all moved on now
And where they’ve gone I don’t intend to go
Wish I lived inside walls made out of stainless steel
Do my best to break free to prove I’m keeping it real

From the spotlight of the stage to the reverb of my voice
Theres a self-serving satisfaction
I can’t quit I’ve got no choice
All I’ve ever wanted is modest but moderate success
To get recognized on the street sometimes no more no less

• Americana
• Folk
• Rock
• folkrock
• Gothenburg