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The Audition of Mike Mitsak - 'We Are, The Colors'
Year
1963
Story
'We Are, The Colors' didn't only become the Colors anthem at gigs but also their audition song. Every time a new vocalist auditioned for the band they would have to make up a new lyrics, often on the spot. The band themselves would also pick a different style to play the song in. Just before Tex Stein joined the band, Mike Mitsak auditioned for the band and these are the lyrics he sang.
Lyrics
When I started this song, I wanted it to be
About the Rajistan rug-weaving community
About fingers on strings plucking endlessly
About beauty woven by practicality
And so you see it’s up to me
I am, The Colors
And so you see it’s up to me
I am, The Colors
But all things alas, a subject to the tweak
As there’s a band behind me playing as a squeak this song
Which is not all mine share and share alike
Oh my god, this goddam song has taken flight from me
And so you see it’s not up to me
We are, The Colors
And so you see it’s not up to me
CHORUS
They want this song to be about a little man
Who got concussed on the plane with a flying-pan
Forcing me to throw my rag up over my head
And summon ice for the little man’s head instead
Thirty-thousand feet and the little man’s out cold
The child with the pan weathers mother’s scold
The bass player and drummer drink scotch I’m told
While the others eat the simple food that they’re dolled
And so you see we have to eat
We are, The Colors
And so you see we have to eat
CHORUS
And so you see we have to eat
We are, The Colors
And so you see we have to eat
CHORUS
We are, The Colors
Audio
We Are, The Colors (Mike Mitsak's Audition) - The Colors Tribute Band You may need: Adobe Flash Player.
Images
'We Are, The Colors' unreleased album cover 