{"id":10087,"date":"2006-02-01T20:57:00","date_gmt":"2006-02-02T01:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ezrasf.com\/wplog\/2006\/02\/01\/mr-jones\/"},"modified":"2006-02-01T20:57:00","modified_gmt":"2006-02-02T01:57:00","slug":"mr-jones","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ezrasf.com\/wplog\/2006\/02\/01\/mr-jones\/","title":{"rendered":"Mr. Jones"},"content":{"rendered":"<div xmlns=\"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/1999\/xhtml\"><lj-cut text=\"lyrics\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.lyricsfind.com\/c\/counting-crows\/august-and-everything-after\/mr.-jones.php\">Mr. Jones lyrics \u2014 Counting Crows<\/a>  <\/p>\n<blockquote><p>I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl <br \/>Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer <br \/>She dances while his father plays guitar S<br \/>he&#8217;s suddenly beautiful <br \/>We all want something beautiful I wish I was beautiful  <\/p>\n<p>So come dance this silence down through the morning  <\/p>\n<p>Cut up, Maria! <br \/>Show me some of them Spanish dances <br \/>Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones <br \/>Believe in me <br \/>Help me believe in anything <br \/>Cause I want to be someone who believes  <\/p>\n<p>Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales <br \/>Stare at the beautiful women <br \/>&#8216;She&#8217;s looking at you. Ah no, no, she&#8217;s looking at me.&#8217; <br \/>Smiling in the bright lights <br \/>Coming through in stereo <br \/>When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely  <\/p>\n<p>I will paint my picture <br \/>Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray <br \/>All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful <br \/>Gray is my favorite color<br \/>I felt so symbolic, yesterday <br \/>If I knew Picasso <br \/>I would buy myself a gray guitar and play  <\/p>\n<p>Mr. Jones and me look into the future <br \/>Stare at the beautiful women <br \/>&#8216;She&#8217;s looking at you. Uh, I don&#8217;t think so. 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