Eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, you never know.

Eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, you never know.

Eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh eh eh, you never, never know.
Eh—ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.

Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.

I was just a shorty wanna make some sound,
Never knew I heard it goin' round and round
So I learned to play a little bit of violin,
But most of all, I learned how to li-l-l-listen.

Round about thirteen, I got real bold.
Made a little tape, and that tape I sold.
Recorded in the basement of some shady guy,
So I had to tell him fuck you very much and buh-bye.

Then came (?), they really tried to sell it
You'll be rich and famous if you only make a record
That has a lot of fluff. And don't forget the hooks.
Babe, just stick with us, and they'll be writin' books.

Ah, I couldn't do it, so I headed for the coast.
Homeless and remote, I learned how to float.
And then I found my love, and the one I call my son.
We live love forever, it's only just begun.

Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.

Lost on a teenage sea, wound up in Tennessee,
Lost on a teenage sea, wound up in [Florence],
Free, I landed on my feet, thanks to beats.
Free, I landed on my feet, thanks to [Florence].

But here is something you were not told,
(?) cannot be pigeon-holed.
Divineness and Wells, the stories she cleverly tells,
Hillbillies versus the business of Beverly Hills.
Another concept we all must ponder,
Absence of genre makes the art grow fonder.

Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.

Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.

Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.
Ah ah, you never, never know.
Ah ah ah, you never, you never know.


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Symphony 3: The Story (feat. Count Bass D) song meanings
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    General Comment"Then came EPIC, they really tried to sell it
    You'll be rich and famous if you only make a record
    That has a lot of fluff. And don't forget the hooks.
    Babe, just stick with us, and they'll be writin' books."

    You know, Epic like the music label.


    "But here is something you were not told,
    DWIGHT SPITZ cannot be pigeon-holed.
    Divineness and Wells, the stories she cleverly tells,
    Hillbillies versus the business of Beverly Hills.
    Another concept we all must ponder,
    Absence of genre makes the art grow fonder."

    Dwight Spitz as in Count Bass D.
    BrownGreenon October 13, 2010   Link

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