A song I never felt very strongly about when I had written it, I rarely played it solo. Once Rob got his pop-infusing hands on it, however, it became something that someone has said isn't just radio-friendly, it's radio-slutty. It was meant as a compliment. Even when I was playing rough mixes for people everyone singled out this song. It goes to show that the musician is the last person who should be asked.

Rob plays the Strat through a rotating Leslie cabinet here, because he knows it makes me happy. Rob is good.

Paul - vocals, cowbell
Rob Gal - guitar, bass, piano
John Cerreta - organ
Pete McDade - drums



Look up, see the curtains are falling
Look up, that's my name they're all calling
It fits only too well but it's not mine

I know it seems easy to claim it, but
it's so and I'm here to defame it
I stepped backwards and fell
Wore this outfit until
it fits only too well but it's not mine

and if I were somebody else
maybe he'd see the joke
or at least that it's a waste of time
But I'm too weak to resign

Look up, see my subjects have had it
Look up, that's my name they're all damning
There's a chance I can tell
Well, at least one in hell
It fits only too well but it's not mine

Every glance you've taken
All the days spent shaken
Every breath is working
only to break your world
She's a test that's given
with the answers written
out on the back so you'll know, King Sham

So look up, see the curtains are falling
Look up, that's my name they're all calling
It fits only too well but it's not mine
King Sham

(P. Melancon) ©2002 UbikMusik, BMI