Åñëè Âàøåé ëþáèìîé ïåñíè èëè àëüáîìà Ian Dury And The Blockheads íåò â ñïèñêå ïåñåí, òî Âû ìîæåòå äîáàâèòü èõ â íàøó êîëëåêöèþ ñ ïîìîùüþ ýòîé ôîðìû. Äîáàâèòü âèäåî-êëèïû ê ïåñíÿì Âû ìîæåòå íà ñîîòâåòñòâóþùèõ ñòðàíèöàõ. Òàê æå Âû ìîæåòå äîáàâèòü áèîãðàôèþ è äèñêîãðàôèþ ñ ïîìîùüþ ýòîé ññûëêè.
Åñëè Âû õîòèòå äîáàâèòü íîâîãî èñïîëíèòåëÿ è åãî ïåñíè, âîñïîëüçóéòåñü ýòîé ôîðìîé.
They say it’s tough out there and that’s for sure You pay your way twice over if not more They say that’s the proce of fame, and now you’ve made your name Your freinds don’t even treat you like they used to do before They quote the man stars who’ve died so young From the fermament you seek to walk among They tell you who went mad, who went from good to bad And they warn you of the dangers that await the highly strung
Who the hell are they? And who cares what they say? Who only seek to worry and alarm Don’t give those dogs thier day Don’t let them get thier way ‘Cos I can see that fame’s done you no harm
They say what you sacrifeced to be the best Did you loose all other perpose in your quest? They say that fame’s your only goal and it messes up your soul And they mension Elvis Presley and you’re supposed to know the rest They tell you cherish every minute that you’re hot So at least your’ll have some memories when you’re not They say wehn fame becomes dispair, you abandon what you learn Which makes it that much harded to give up what you’ve got
Who the hell are they? And who cares what they say? Who only deal in envy and dismay Don’t give those dogs thier day Don’t let them get thier way I’m glad to see your picture everywhere
They say celebrity extracts a heavy tole That the devil soon appears to take control They say it leads you by the nose and they resite the names of those Who bled apon the alter of the demon rock ‘n’ roll
Who the hell are they? And who cares what they say? Who only seek to worry and alarm Don’t give those dogs thier day Don’t let them get thier way ‘Cos I can see that fame’s done you no harm
