Another Song Called Trouble

Have you ever noticed how the press sometimes takes a severe dislike to someone, often with very little rhyme or reason?

When it happens, that person is usually given a trial by media where their character is assassinated and they are pronounced guilty of whatever flaws, foibles or crimes the press deems them to have committed.

Below are the lyrics to a song called Another Song Called Trouble from my album The Guitarist in the Dark - inspired by the media's vendettas against its least favourite people.

I read about you

In the evening news.

They say it's all your fault,

That's nothing new.

Come on, come on now,

Open your eyes it can't be true.

I see past the bullshit

And want you to know

I'll stand by you.

But they don't seem to understand

They've got to write their headlines after all.

You've been dismissed right out of hand

And set up for a fall, I know.

And it's no surprise,

It's not easy, not easy

To read between the lines,

To see it all, and know it's all untrue

When they say that you're trouble.

I try a little harder now to stand right back,

To get a little less involved in all that crap,

But it's easier said than done to keep it inside

When they say that a bloody murder was a suicide.

Come on, come on now,

It's screaming out, it's plain to see -

It doesn't matter now,

Whatever they say you can trust in me.

But they don't seem to understand

That you're not quite so stupid after all

As to let them lead you by the hand

And just swallow it all again.

And it's no surprise,

It's not easy, not easy

To read between the lines,

To see it all, and know it's all untrue

When they say that you're trouble.

I've seen time again

Fingers pointing at you

When they tell me

That you're trouble and

It's all I can say,

It's all I can do

To tell them

You're no trouble to me.

© Kaya Burgess 2008