EVERYONE’S GOT A CAMERA
Written by David Poe. ©2022 Charming Martyr Music (BMI.) From the album EVERYONE'S GOT A CAMERA
The actor is a waiter
The comic sells cars
The dancer, she works at the barre
Then the bar
And all of them know how
The painters must have felt
When everyone got a camera
You tighten your belt
Everyone’s got a camera
And it’s just as well
‘Cause the people are journalists
The people shoot cops
The people drive taxis
And run special ops
The people are watching the world as it bleeds
Everyone’s got a camera
So everyone sees
Everyone’s got a camera
And publicity
How you shine from afar
Like a Christmas tree
And your children star in your movie
When the clouds break
It rains memory
Everyone’s got a camera
So everyone sees
Everyone’s got a camera
You don’t have to read
The Wild, Wild West
Was disease and the lash
Then the sun reigned over a dustbowl of ash
Now green is The Valley
A mountain of cash
Everyone’s got a camera
The first and the last
Everyone’s got a camera
To remember the past
If I take your picture
Does it belong to me?
If the words are stolen,
Is the word set free?
When the truth is so quiet
It sounds like a prayer
Everyone’s got a camera ...
Everyone’s got a camera
Or you weren’t there