Internationally-acclaimed Songwriter,
Performer and Recording Artist
from County Durham, England

Gary Miller Songs

"As a song poet there are few in the world today to match him"
Green Man Review, USA

 

Favourite Sons

 

Lyrics

You claim a heritage rich and deep
But you are always the first to cast the stone
You are the archetypal hypocrite
Putting down those of your own
It's easy to talk and it's easy to hate
But it's never easy for your favourite sons
But the winds can easily change
And you fill me with disdain
When as prodigals you welcome them back home

With his feet he spoke such beauty
The poet of the field
But you weren't switched on to the light that outshone
All others of his field
He mastered his trade but then made his name
Playing away from home
But when he returned you cheered his name
And claimed him as your own

And as you wait for the world to change
From the comfort of your home
You perceive the spotlights glare
Though you will never share
In the glory of your favourite sons

Observing through a tortured soul
Did you ever see his fingers bleed?
Though his words sing from the page
You just mock his drunken ways
Oblivious to his silent need
Would you help him from the gutter?
And would you shed a tear
As he lies penniless and broken
But if this dog should have his day
You would be the first to sing in praise
Of words that you have not read and not heard spoken

And as you wait for the world to change
From the comfort of your home
You perceive the spotlights glare
Though you will never share
In the glory of your favourite sons

He sacrificed all the friendships that he had
Such unrivalled dedication was his choice
He would succeed at any cost
And the love that he had lost
Was the inspiration needed for his voice
He never sang no double negatives
'I love you baby' was never in his songs
To you he is a fool making up all his own rules
But you are his friend if success comes along

And as you wait for the world to change
From the comfort of your home
You perceive the spotlights glare
Though you will never share
In the glory of your favourite sons 


And as history's being made by those you have betrayed
On which side will you be standing then?
For as strangers in a strange land
As prophets in their own land
Your favourite sons will rise again

Rise again!
Rise again!
Your favourite sons will rise again

Rise again! (Rise again!)
Rise again! (Rise again!)
Your favourite sons will rise again


(Gary Miller)


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