Robert Pollard

Robert Pollard
The music is there
You can sleep all day
Or hide anywhere

But the heavenly sounds
And holy strains
Fall on you like rain

Gary Waleik
You've written a song
But you hate the lyrics
The chords are all wrong
And the melody
Isn't all that it can be
That's what you told me

The minor stars are growing dim
And they fall around him
They've sputtered and they've faltered
None burn like Robert Pollard

Caught in creation
With never a new song denied
By buzzing one-stringer
And boombox and voices that guide
A rising chorus
That opens wide

Paul McCartney
It pains me to say
That you have a great gift
But hide it away
But we'll forgive the crime
If you will paint in perfect rhymes
Mine some gems this time

The major stars are growing dim
And they fall around him
They've sputtered and they've faltered
None burn like Robert Pollard

The big refrains
Would not be chained
And fall like rain
The holy strains
Would not be chained
And fall like rain

Listen, Paul McCartney
Listen, Brian Wilson
Listen, Jaggers/Richards
Listen, Raymond Davies
Listen, Randy Newman
Listen, Colin Newman
Listen, Gary Waleik

None burn like Robert Pollard