Lyrics
Undiscovered Geniuses © Martin Kerr 2005
V1:
This one’s for the undiscovered geniuses,
(Or is it genii? I never knew…)
Who write and paint and chisel in their bedrooms
Known forever by the last name, “Who??”
I know you’re out there, I know you’re in there.
But common knowledge doesn’t know the jewels below.
V2:
You never had a hit song on the airwaves,
You never broke out from the local scene,
You didn’t paste your walls with famous faces,
And you prefer the window to the TV screen.
I know you’re out there, I know you’re in there.
Dancing with your hopes and fears, instead of chasing zeroes.
V3:
The beautiful don’t jump before the cameras.
The wisest women hardly ever speak.
Every time we’re sent a perfect teacher,
We miss them, as we overlook the meek.
I know you’re out there, I know you’re in there,
Harmonizing heart and hand, making stained-glass from sand.
V4:
So this one’s for the folks who know they’re precious,
But no more precious than the garbage man.
I kiss you on your cheek, not on a poster,
Because genius wants a lover, not a fan.
I know you’re out there, I know you’re in there,
Harmonizing heart and hand, making mirrors from sand.
I know you’re out there, I know you’re in there,
But cover stories can’t uncover the true lover.