tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71685448795130206622011-07-07T19:05:56.056-07:00Stan the Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16809934505977609753noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168544879513020662.post-33027809665225625602008-11-28T21:29:00.000-08:002009-06-25T00:25:57.489-07:00<span style="font-style:italic;">Lyrics by Stan C. Countz </span> <br />November 27, 2008<br /> <br />I was young, new and proud<br />My band played way too loud<br />We always drew a crowd<br />But that was then, this is now<br /><br />CHORUS<br />Today no one even knows my name<br />Things never went the way I planned<br />I can’t quite understand <br />How I became The Invisible Man<br /><br />They gaze right through me<br />As though I wasn’t there<br />As though they never knew me<br />They’re too afraid to care<br />Today, I swear, I am, the invisible man<br /><br />Back in the day I was playin’ everywhere<br />At the church, the club and the county fair<br />But today, it just don’t seem fair<br />Just ‘cuz there’s a streak of gray in my hair<br />Don’t mean I don’t have anything to share<br /><br />Once I could do no wrong<br />I owned the keys to all the locks<br />And everyone sang my song<br />The world was my sandbox<br />And everyone played along<br />But those days are long gone<br /><br />PARTIAL CHORUS<br />Today no one even knows my name<br />Things will never be quite the same<br />Things never went the way I planned<br />I can’t quite understand <br />How I became The Invisible Man<br /><br />As a young pup, I’d be waggin’ my tail<br />Couldn’t get enough; I’d howl and wail <br />And strut my stuff, knew I’d never fail<br />Today no one calls my bluff <br />But all I do is chase my tail<br /><br />BRIDGE <br />Doc says I can’t be smokin’ cigarettes<br />Got no plans; got no regrets<br />Got no fans; got no place to be<br />The only fan mail I ever get <br />Is from AARP<br />They want me to be a member<br />But I can’t quite remember <br />Where I laid my glasses<br />My check is in the mail<br />I just pray it cashes<br />Can’t pay my bills, can’t afford my pills<br />And I’m slower than molasses<br /><br />VERSE 5<br />I like my cup o’ Joe, baked potato and my steak rare<br />After dinner, wanna piece of Aunt Bea’s cake or pie <br />Don’t know or care ‘bout the latest style for my hair<br />But I still got a glimmer of hope and a little pride<br /><br />They gaze right through me as though I wasn’t even there<br />As though they never knew me; they’re too afraid to care<br />So sue me, I still believe in the power of faith and prayer<br />They may be invisible, like the wind blowin’ through <br />What used to be my hair but you know it’s true<br />You’re invincible when you <br />Are on your knees in prayer<br /><br />OUTRO<br />In my mind I’m still that wild toehead child<br />Winnin’ that race and dancin’ in the aisles<br />Lost in Space and on Gilligan’s Isle<br />Facin’ my tribulations and my trials<br />Should be agin’ with grace and style<br />Tryin’ to smile in spite of the miles<br />But today no one even knows my name<br />Things will never be quite the same<br />Things never turned out the way I planned<br />I can’t quite remember or understand <br />How I became The Invisible Man<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168544879513020662-3302780966522562560?l=theeinvisibleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan the Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16809934505977609753noreply@blogger.com0