I ll die like a rich boy, in a hydrocodone dream Rabbit, i wanna die like a rich boy
as poor as we are now
And you can die like a rich girl by me, from the car crying babies and switchblade days, in a milk bath i could drown
Flushed and radiant with fame, in a lake that bears my name
White skull on the ground, i can see you wrapped in egyptian thread Boy, i wanna die like a rich boy
We burn cash and carry a decadent flame, flushed and radiant with fame, and if the raincoats come to steal my home
i ll be shakespeare s moonstruck king
Well i found you now so tear me away, white skull on the ground, even if we re
In a lake that bears my name, to be laid to rest in the wake of the faded town
i ll be shakespeare s moonstruck king
i ll die like a rich boy
From the car crying babies and switchblade days, i ll die like a rich boy, we could finally make your father proud
if you leave this world in a rhinestone shroud
In a milk bath i could drown, if you leave this world in a rhinestone shroud
I need to find somebody who can tear me away, i want to die like a rich boy diving
Flushed and radiant with fame, i wanna die like a rich boy
immune to the mess
i won t die in the bony arms of the state
In a lake that bears my name, we burn cash and carry a decadent flame Frightened, well i found you now so tear me away
to be laid to rest in the wake of the faded town
i ll be shakespeare s moonstruck king
and you can die like a rich girl by me
There s a big white house at the end of the road, i wanna die like a rich boy even if we re
I ll die like a rich boy, and if the raincoats come to steal my home
I wanna die like a rich boy even if we re, i ll be shakespeare s moonstruck king, as poor as we are now
Way into the night and beyond the grave, and if the raincoats come to steal my home
If you leave this world in a rhinestone shroud, i wanna die like a rich boy
I ll die like a rich boy, from the feral street they lumped us in
i need to find somebody who can tear me away
if you leave this world in a rhinestone shroud
Even if we re, i need to find somebody who can tear me away, i can see you wrapped in egyptian thread
I wanna lie in state on the tv, flushed and radiant with fame Frightened, we burn cash and carry a decadent flame
I can finally have and eat my cake, i need to find somebody who can tear me away
And you can die like a rich girl by me, if you leave this world in a rhinestone shroud, in a golden cardboard crown
There s a big white house at the end of the road, well i found you now so tear me away, from the feral street they lumped us in
as poor as we are now
I ll be shakespeare s moonstruck king, i ll be shakespeare s moonstruck king, there s a big white house at the end of the road
oh how the magazines will grieve
I need to find somebody who can tear me away, as poor as we are now
we could finally make your father proud
In a lake that bears my name, i ll be shakespeare s moonstruck king
... This song had always hurt, but now it just breaks me. The world will miss you and your music will live on everyday. Today is one of the most heart breaking days of my life hearing of your passing. I'm so sorry you couldn't bare it anymore buddy, I hope the pain is gone forever.
Scott's songs have always brought out the emotions i didnt want to deal with but they made them bearable and easier to manage . it sucks he himself couldnt find a way to experience that himself. rest now dude.
But please if you battle depression and/or anxiety i know how isolated it can make you feel, your not alone there are people out there to help. people do suffer like yourself. reach out to friends, family, online communities, therapy isnt for everyone but everyone HAS their own way of dealing with it thats right for them jsut need help finding it sometimes :)
R.I.P You beautiful man your music was so true and honest it connected with so many people in today's world.
Sail through the clouds beautiful man playing your golden guitar singing to the angels and we will sit and listen to your music too. not in sadness but with a smile for the legacy you left us. xxxxx.
I have to confess, I only discovered this artist as a result of the tragedy hitting the news. They are all such raw and emotional songs... at least his music means his soul will never die. RIP young man, and remember, if you know someone who is suffering, talk to them, and keep them close. Hearing 'i'm ok thanks' sometimes means exactly the opposite. Love to all.
Part of my heart has been torn off and I am reeling with grief at the loss of this tender,exquisitely talented man. His articulate songs,laced with both pain and wry humour meant so much to so many. My whole being goes out to his loving family and friends.
One year and this continues to bring tears to my eyes
It’s true you never know what you had until it’s gone. Love you Scott, where ever the fuck you are. Hopefully floating off in peace
As with a lot of Scotts music, in hindsight it seems like he always knew he was going to do it, and even how he was going to do it. Its fucked up but it almost feels like it was the final artistic act, because once he done it, it just made every word he wrote hit home a million times harder. Songs that you never thought too deeply into the meanings of, suddenly hit you and make you step back and see a big picture where there was once just some blurred colours. Intentional or not, artistically speaking that's quite a statement to leave on planet earth, I'm sure many singer songwriters / artists, have wanted to leave the world that way, but just never quite managed to write the songs to make the hindsight seem so poignant. One things for sure, Scott was a true artist, a truly great singer songwriter of lyrical gems, in a time where lyrical content comes second to ADHD and Ed fucking Sheeran, that man isn't fit to sharpen Scotts pencil when it comes to songwriting, which is why Ed Sheeran will never have the effect on anyone that Scott can when you hear him sing something like this is. This is fine art, compared with Sheerans I'm in love with the shape of you which is more like a drawing a dog did on a wall with a crayon in its mouth.
Wow... Hindsight is 20/20... Sorry you had to go, Scott... But you shared more of yourself with the world than most folks ever do, over many many more years than you had. Thanks for sharing so much of yourself. Thanks for planting pretty flowers down dark roads to help others find their way, and come back from being lost... Sorry it cost you yourself to do it. XOXO