Counting Crows is a rock band that became extremely popular in 1993 following the release of their debut album "August and Everything After" featuring the hit song "Mr. Jones." The band was formed by singer Adam Duritz and guitarist David Bryson (both former members of The Himalayans) in San Francisco in 1991. Counting Crows originally performed as an acoustic duo, playing gigs in and around Berkeley and San Francisco. After adding other members, the band was signed to Geffen Records. Counting Crows, with their intimate and melancholy approach, quickly achieved a large fan base among Generation X alternative rock fans who were looking for something different from the raging guitars of the Seattle music scene.
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Counting Crows
Blue morning blue morning wrapped in strands of fist and bone
Curiosity, kitten,
Doesnt have to mean youre on your own
You can look outside your window
He doesnt have to know
We can talk awhile, baby
We can take it nice and slow
All your life is such a shame, shame, shame
All your love is just a dream, dream, dream
Are you happy when youre sleeping?
Does he keep you safe and warm?
Does he tell you when youre sorry?
Does he tell you when youre wrong?
Ive been watching you for hours
Its been years since we were born
We were perfect when we started
Ive been wondering where weve gone
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside in the snow
Casting shadows on the winter sky as you stood there
Counting crows
One for sorrow two for joy
Three for girls and four for boys
Five for silver six for gold and
Seven for a secret never to be told
Theres a bird that nests inside you
Sleeping underneath your skin
When you open up your wings to speak
I wish youd let me in
All your life is such a shame
All your love is just a dream
Open up your eyes
You can see the flames of your wasted life
You should be ashamed
You dont want to waste your life
I walk along these hillsides in the summer neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
Change, change, change