Little Victories Lyrics

Claim To Fame

Come on Daddy
You can do it Dad

Everyone's gonna be
Skeptical, cynical
Give their own point of view
Telling you what to do
But don’t listen
Believe in yourself
Only you can do it
Nobody else
It’s natural to downplay your abilities
Just because you didn’t create an industry
Or efficiencies, that change humanity
Doesn’t mean you can’t make fantasy a reality
There’s something you do better than anyone else
Big or small, it’s your fingerprint
Individual instrument
You have the thread to create your own event
Put your hands in cement
Or reinvent the way your time is spent

We all have a claim to fame
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Hold on, don’t give up
Don’t give up, don’t give up
No two people in this world are the same
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We all have a claim to fame

Everyone has been criticized
For ideas that mistify
Out of ordinary, out of bounds
Not the same thing
With the view upside down
And they judge you because
They think you can’t
With stubbornness they represent
Don’t believe them, believe in you
Don’t be afraid to turn the gears inside of you
Don’t let others define you
I hope this song reminds you
Not to let others stupidity sneak up and blind you
Or let the chains that hold you back bind you

Take advantage of the time you’re given
You’re only here for a short visit
Too many people think you’re here forever
Set aside lack of confidence, reach out to your audience
Don’t listen to what others think
Inside your head, a bell can ring
Follow your dreams, follow your ideas
You’ll never satisfy everyone
Fear of failure is so common
But it’s the thing that can make you carry on
Being an individual is what it says
There’s only one of you
Forget what’s being said

We all have a claim to fame
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Hold on, don’t give up
Don’t give up, don’t give up
No Two People in this world Are The Same
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We all have a claim to fame

Oh
Oh
Oh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

It's a cool song Dad

Game Shows & Rock N Roll

If you’re gonna make it in the music business today
You gotta go on a game show

Who would've ever believed
You’d end up on a game show
To become a rock n roll star
It started in garages, some were discovered in bars
People made records and drove to radio stations in cars
It started in a region, sometimes spreadout far
Everything changes, now its how you make the charts
Have an audition, better know your parts
One things the same, win the game
The girls will still tear you apart

Game shows & rock n roll
Who would've ever known
Who would've ever known
Game shows & rock n roll
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Would have never been sold

Ok it’s not all rock, some country, some pop
Voters call in, or you’re on the chopping block
The judges will tell you if you’re over the top
But there’s something disrespectful, from where I come
But it’s a game, would have never won
There’s’ more than a voice, guitar, and drums
Originality a part of the collective sum
Thank god for the legions, who do it for love

Game shows & rock n roll
Who would've ever known
Who would've ever known
Game shows & rock n roll
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Would have never been sold

No one saw it coming
Not popular mechanics
They talked about the future
Nothing this outlandish
It is what it is, don’t spend time getting frantic
Some say they never discover the truly outstanding
The young with old souls, don’t watch
Still love Jim Morrison
With his hand down his crotch
You see them in record stores, keeping them alive
Kids buying Led Zeppelin still not old enough to drive

Game shows, game shows
Game shows, game shows

Game shows & rock n roll
Who would've ever known
Who would've ever known
Game shows & rock n roll
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Would have never been sold
Game shows & rock n roll
Game shows & rock n roll

Little Victories

Did things only some dreamed
Got discovered, signed, made a few girls scream
Got inducted to my high school hall of fame
For signing to music, not my grades
One of six with a Red Hot Chili Pepper
Those days felt at times so encumbered
Never felt like an anomaly
Never cared about doing this perfectly

Little victories
Little victories
Little victories
Little, Little, Little, Little Victories

Don't feel sorry for me

I'm honored to be in college textbooks
And many do papers about me
Can't say the glory, isn't rewarding
But glad they found a space for me
Raise my glass to my parents, brothers, teachers, and others
Joel, Em, Louie, Steve, and the Bass Brothers
To the critics who reinforced and erased my crazy druthers
Thank god for the low end least muttered

Little victories
Little victories
Little victories
Little, Little, Little, Little Victories
Don't feel sorry for me

This one’s for Jake
Thank god I stole his tape
The connection from Scott Guy
Has lasted quite a long time
He writes the tunes
Me the lines
We can now play any state
Or across the sea
I honor those who paved the way for me
The word fortunate always crosses my mind
Big hope with bigger hills to climb
When I hang it up
Hopefully, I left something behind

Little victories
Little victories
Little victories
Little, Little, Little, Little Victories

Little victories
Little victories
Little victories
Little, Little, Little, Little Victories
Never feel sorry for me

Backstage

I really dislike the glamour boy stuff

Would rather be spreading the love
Tucked away eating stale sandwiches
Thinking of home, it’s comfort and advantages
Sleeping in my own bed, being with Jo
On the other hand, this is what I worked for
Getting in on the ground floor at 54
In a business like a swinging door
The dues have been minimal
Started out getting picked up at airports by chauffeur's
More than lucky that’s for sure

Backstage
It's kinda lonely
Backstage
New York or California
Backstage
It’s almost show time
Backstage

I hate people who cry about the road
Just because I don’t, I miss my area code
Wife at home, carrying the load
Freeways, highways, hills, and horns
Are friends I’ve come to know
Every route I try to explore
Love learning, someday I will close the door
But complain
Sometimes I wane
But the mission remains the same
Got music in my veins

Backstage
It's kinda lonely
Backstage
New York or California
Backstage
It’s almost show time
Backstage

I’ve been keeping a diary in my head
Last thing I would say, this is something I dread
Never thought this would be widespread
Everything’s in motion, caused a commotion
Nothing for granted, no preconceived notion
I’ll remain outspoken for your support and promotion
Even love the anti’s for being ferocious
Even though back here it can be lonesome
I appreciate the love and devotion

Backstage
It's kinda lonely
Backstage
New York or California
Backstage
It’s almost show time
Backstage

In the early days, I had someone tell me
I need to play the star
It's not easy for me
Never liked the audience too far
It’s kinda awkward, but I'm still honored
To be called the godfather
Though I really didn’t initiate
More like popularized
There were many before me who should be notarized
Trust me I can verify
To me it’s strange being glorified
But sitting back here it’s lonely
but to really complain, I’d have to lie

Backstage
It's kinda lonely
Backstage
New York or California
Backstage
It’s almost show time
Backstage

The Entertainer

Sitting in a chair

Leaning way back
Listen to the playback
Laidback
Looking back on tracks
Shows, small and packed
People keep asking me about Marlee
Marlee Is she nice
Well of course she is
Will you ever work with Marshall
Hey, if it happens it happens
Leave it at that
Your Fathers in a country band
You're so different, I don’t understand
Love that song that you do with your Dad
I’m sure he's made you mad
Every town it’s the same questions
But I’m blessed to be under these lights
Hopefully, leave impressions
But I know
There will always be someone on my heels
That’s a fact

The entertainer
The entertainer
I’m not your prophet
I’m not the savior
I’m the entertainer
The entertainer
I’m the entertainer
Just an entertainer

I sometimes get questions
about my expressions
My direction
What was I like before
Bullied, beaten up, misbehaven
Told to straighten up
I put my pants on the same way as you
Mow the lawn, wash my car
Take my nephew to the zoo
I’m appreciative of it all
For real, that’s the truth
It comes with the territory
Can’t deny times I love the glory
Some say It’s historic
Gotta keep on being metaphoric
Not become drawn out, boring
In the back of my mind
the clock is ticking
Keep my eye on the ball
Know who’s pitching
If I had to do it over again
Without a doubt i’ll be line reenlisting

The entertainer
The entertainer
I’m not your prophet
I’m not the savior
I’m the entertainer
The entertainer
I’m the entertainer
Just an entertainer

There’s so many lessons I’ve learned
about human nature
On the road from the people I meet
The way I am looked at
And the way I’m perceived
People think people like me
Can never achieve
It’s what many believe
It’s what they believe
Some act like I’ve always got
something up my sleeve
Or a hidden agenda, what they see can’t be me
Keep giving me the third degree
No Illusionist, no saint
Hey no man, I can’t stop the rain
Only here to entertain, entertain
Love more than anything
To hit that stage, so
Before it’s all said and done
I hope to paint a picture, tell a story
We’re all extraordinary
Just some of us are fortunate enough
To get a break

The entertainer
The entertainer
I’m not your prophet
I’m not the savior
I’m the entertainer
The entertainer
I’m the entertainer
Just an entertainer

Can't Take Away The Good Times

All the money in the world
Can’t make it happen
No miracle can erase it
No lapse can fade it
Earthquake can’t shake it
Can’t be held under by a weight
Stronger than a hammer banging on a nail
Your baby being born
The first time you met your girl
The first time you played a gig
The first time you drove a car
The first time you snuck out of the house
When the folks were sleeping
The first time you realized
You were just a human being

Can't take away the good times
You’ve already, you've already had
Can't take away the good times
You’ve already, you've already had

The time when water came pouring through the ceiling
The time in church I ripped my pants when I was kneeling
The time Jehovah’s, came over to the house
Hid behind the couch until they went next door
The Christmas the tree fell down
Dad tied it to the wall
Then while sleeping
Mom heard it come crashing down
When my older brother, shaved off his brows
When I was at college hitting every party in brick town
Falling in love was still the best of all
Such a vivid recall
No hesitation, no stall
It was the first time in my life
I felt nothing wrong

Can't take away the good times
You’ve already, you've already had
Can't take away the good times
You’ve already, you've already had

You can repossess my home
You can repossess my car
But you can’t empty all the memories, that I’ve had so far
The crazy characters I've met in my Father's bar
Working with the cooks in the kitchen
While I was doing dishes
The regulars’ crazy antics
I couldn't script this
Waitresses, I'm happily married now
Let's not get into this
It's one of those magical moments
That could never happen again
When I tell people about it
I never know where to begin
My love of history
You can always quiz me
Not just in a book
Mostly about my family
One left too soon, so sadly
And I miss him badly
The times with him
I will always keep having
His empty chair at the table
I still visualize him still sitting there
I will always raise my glass
Raise it to the air

Can't take away the good times
You’ve already, you've already had
Can't take away the good times
You’ve already, you've already had