This one was also inspired by a friend who got taken advantage of by a slew of crazy groupie types. Michael had a very unfair life. He was adopted and at around age 8 his adoptive father died of cancer, at around 16 he lost his adoptive mother who had remarried Michael's second adoptive father who died when Michael was 20. Michael is genius and had life treated him better and not broken him, he would have been a guitar god like Eddie Van Halen only better.
Michael and I played in local bands and hung out in clubs picking up chicks and cultivating groupies. The craziest ones would zero in on Michael. It got so bad that he was stalked by several and had to get restraining orders on two of them. He got involved in serious relationships with some very toxic ones. The venomous fate of his childhood made him very vulnerable. He wanted the true love of a woman but instead of pursuing the right one, Michael was pursued by women who would not have looked twice at him had he not been the guitar slinger that he was. Michael would fall for these walking talking train wrecks and he would get badly burned emotionally and financially. Groupies can be an occupational hazard if you don't treat them like groupies. When they came sniffing around me, I'd refer them to the drummer.
Drummers have very low standards.
I think drummers are the reason penicillin was invented.
There were a bunch of them over the years who'd follow the various bands he was in and cause trouble and complicate things. Michael is finally with a good woman who respects him and is his intellectual equal.
https://soundcloud.com/user-316831637/girls-talk-2020-mixKnow a man named Michael.
Everything he loves is gone.
Should have had the world by the tail.
Now he sings a sad song.
And the girls talk. The girls talk. Girls talk.
People in this world they, always know the thing to do.
Always have some words to say. Always have a point of view.
Like when the girls talk. And the girls talk. And the girls talk. Girls talk.
You can't always hear what they're sayin
But I know the game they're playin
Always tried to understand all the things that make people lie
A friend of your's has been tellin some. Maybe you should ask her why.
And why the girls talk. The girls talk. And the girls talk. Girls talk.
I know everyday many things we're told are wrong.
It would be a brighter day if we could just sing love songs
But the girls talk. The girls talk. The girls talk. Girls talk.
You can't always hear what they're sayin
But I know the dirty game they're playin
I know a man named Michael. Everything he loves is gone.
Should have had the the world by the tail. Now he sings a sad song.
And the girls talk. And the girls talk. And the girls talk. Girls talk.
I know a man named Michael. Everything he loves is gone.
Should have had the the world by the tail. Now he sings a sad song.
And the girls talk about their yuppie dreams
And the girls talk concocting vicious schemes
And the girls talk so much they can't when you look em in the eye.
Girls talk about the things you do
And the girls talk they're talking about you.
And the girls talk, they talk every day.
The girls talk and they have nothing to say.
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