I Knew Prufrock Before He Got Famous

Let's begin at the beginning: we're lovers and we're losers
We're heroes and we're pioneers and we're beggars and we're choosers
We're skirting round the edges of the ideal demographic
We're almost on the guestlist but we're always stuck in traffic
We've watched our close associates up and play their parts;
They're chatting up the it girls and they're tearing up the charts
While we were paying with coppers to get our round in at the bar
We're the C-Team we're the almost famous old friends of the stars.

Justin is the last of the great romantic poets
And he's the only one among us who is ever going to make it
We planned a revolution from a cheap Southampton bistro
I don't remember details but there were English boys with banjos
Jay is our St George and he's standing on a wooden chair
And he sings songs and he slays dragons and he's losing all his hair
Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gram Parsons
In plaid instead of rhinestone and living in South London
And no one's really clear about Tommy's job description
But it's pretty clear he's vital to the whole damn operation
Dave Danger smiles at strangers Tre's the safest girl I know
Zo and Harps will skamper up to victory in the city we call home.

We won't change our ways we will proud remain when the glory fades.

I am sick and tired of people who are living on the B-list
They're waiting to be famous and they're wondering why they do this
And I know I'm not the one who is habitually optimistic
But I'm the one who's got the microphone here so just remember this:

Life is about love last minutes and lost evenings
About fire in our bellies and furtive little feelings
And the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering
And help us with remembering that the only thing that's left to do is live
After all the loving and the losing the heroes and the pioneers
The only thing that's left to do is get another round in at the bar.