Gold from Hopeful & Hopeless by reb fountain

Gold © R L Fountain 2017

Little girl loves you like a new pair of shoes
You look good in the window cause there’s nothing to loose
She says she loves you cause you don’t love her back
Too big for your boots it’s just a matter of fact

He rides the ocean at the helm of the ship
Lawn chairs at the ready yeah you’re fully quipped
Be careful baby that you don’t walk the plank
My last heart-leaded lover took the plunge (and then he sank)

Oh that ain’t gold
Oh that ain’t gold

Sold my soul you bought the lot for a dime
So worthless baby I ain’t even got time
It’s just desire flip a coin and it’s greed
Dig through hell to heaven going down is what I need

Oh that ain’t gold x 2

Keep me searchin’ for a heart of gold
I feel your beat and you know I’m sold
Keep me searchin’ for a heart of gold
Feel your beat and you know I’m sold and then no

That ain’t gold, that ain’t gold
No that ain’t gold, that ain’t gold
Sitting there in the firelight I remember dancin’ in your limelight
Had my own start fall for you, loan star shining through
The sloths at the one stop pick up shop
Smokin’ coal tar to the very last drop
Don’t you remember
That night in December when you hustled your way into my heart
Bare back riders we were
You followed my every curve
I followed your music your women your words
You framed my sight my sound
I tattooed your breath on my heart
There was nobody but you
I knew you felt the same way too
Two fucked up kids out on the road
Two fucked up kids out on the road
Starving for fame love and devotion
Candy and coke a cacophony of emotion
We were baptized in the ocean of desire
For something, something bigger than us
Bigger than all you mother fuckers
We were gold diggers
We were gold diggers
We were gold diggers

Oh that ain’t gold that ain’t gold
No that ain’t gold that ain’t gold
Oh that ain’t gold that ain’t gold
No that aint gold that ain’t gold

• Alternative
• alt. pop
• alternative folk
• indie folk
• indie pop
• Auckland