Highlights - The Very Best of Yes

Roundabout

MBStudio91 Supertramp tribute Magilla Trapparappa Baboo Trooper Lola crew 
(The Dream Factory) 

Hmm hmm hmm... Hollywood...

Took a bus out of the Midwest, with a suitcase and a dream
Script inside my jacket pocket, tighter than it seemed
They said "kid, you got the look," they said "kid, you got the style"
Just another face reflected in a mile of mirrored tile
The agent took my call, or at least his secretary did
Said "we'll let you know," and that's exactly what they hid...

And you've gone Hollywood!
Yeah, you've gone Hollywood!
Trading all your innocence for a chance to be so good
On the silver screen, in a bloody scene, living out a lie
With a painted-on smile and a hungry eye
You've gone Hollywood... and you don't know why.

Now you lunch by the poolside, with the sharks and the pretenders
Talking 'bout your "craft" and your "deep, artistic splendors"
Your old friends call you up, but you let the machine just get it
'Cause they wouldn't understand the pressure, not a single bit
You're reading for a part that's twenty years too young for you
Telling everyone you know that "this one's surely true..."

And you've gone Hollywood!
Oh, you've gone Hollywood!
Sold your soul so casually, thought you never would
For a piece of fame, and to whisper your name
On the evening news, paying all your dues
You've gone Hollywood... and it's changing you.

And the hills are not alive... with the sound of music now
Just the silent scream of a broken vow
And the flickering light... from the projector's hum
Reminds you what you were, and what you've become...


(Band crashes back in for a final, desperate chorus. Vocals are strained and powerful.)
You've gone Hollywood! (Yeah!)
You've gone Hollywood! (Sold your soul!)

Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang

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