Marianne Faithfull

I found him by the stage last night, he was breathing his last breath.
A bottle of gin and a cigarette was all what he had left.
Well, I know that you make music cause you carry a guitar,
But God help the troubadour who tries to be a star.
Come on and play the chords of love, my friend,
Play the chords of fame,
But if you want to keep your song, do mi, do mi do,
Dont play the chords of fame, oh no, no.
You know Ive seen my share of hustlers as they try to take the world
And when they find a melody, theyre surrounded by the girls.
But it all fades so quickly like a sunny summer day,
Reporters ask you questions and they write down what you say.
Come on and play the chords of love, my friend,
Play the chords of fame,