Steve Kouba

Steve Kouba

BandAlternativeSinger/Songwriter

Independent musician and entertainer, songwriter, recording artist, piano man.

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Cover band: 
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Lyrics

Fake It 'til You Make It

Written By: Steve Kouba

(Crying and laughing)
(Spoken) Now that's the sound of pain right there.
Funny thing about pain is, sometimes, it feels so good.

I'm just a bar star, I'm so living the dream
I'm rocking in the free world, I'm skimming off the cream (alt: swimming in the cream)
When you live on stage, your character is key
I play the anti-hero in a movie about me.
I'm singing for my supper, man I'm taking every gig
One day I'll be playing Vegas with a beer gut and a wig
A little piece of wisdom, I heard so long ago...
Fake It 'til You Make It, it's the only way to go!

Fake it 'til you make it? I don't think I've made it yet
It amazes me constantly, the girls I never get
I make 'em sing and dance, laugh and cry and even shout
I'm accomplished at the art, I'm accused of selling out
Living like a prince but always one misstep from broke
I keep everybody laughing but no one really gets the joke.
You play like there's no tomorrow, every show could be your last
I'll fake it 'til I make it but it's going by so fast.

Instr. Solo

Now the gods of rock and roll, are testing my resolve
The bowling alley cancelled, and Pearl Jam hasn't called.
I'm driving down to Peoria in my '73 LeMans
To stick a pig, a corporate gig, to cover all my bonds
Now I am just a junkie, I'm an addict to my core
I'll open up a vein, if the crowd calls out for more
I'd pull a Kurt Cobain, if I only thought I could
I'll fake it 'til I make it but this really isn't good.

Oh Elvis, help me please, to take it all the way
To sing the songs of life and love, until my dying day
Let me play my music, let me stay the underdog
I'll book some shows in Reno and I'll get my ass to Prague
Don't know if I can take it, another twenty years
But I'll fake it 'til I make it and I'll have another, cheers!
That's life as a bar star, all my friends are bar stars too
We''ll fake it 'til we make it, and make it yes we do.
Now you tell me. Am I laughing? ...or crying?

Fake It 'til You Make It

Written By: Steve Kouba

(Crying and laughing)
(Spoken) Now that's the sound of pain right there.
Funny thing about pain is, sometimes, it feels so good.

I'm just a bar star, I'm so living the dream
I'm rocking in the free world, I'm skimming off the cream
When you live on stage, your character is key
I play the anti-hero in a movie about me.
I'm singing for my supper, man I'm taking every gig
One day I'll be playing Vegas with a beer gut and a wig
A little piece of wisdom, I heard so long ago...
Fake It 'til You Make It, it's the only way to go!

Fake it 'til you make it? I don't think I've made it yet
It amazes me constantly, the girls I never get
I make 'em sing and dance, laugh and cry and even shout
I'm accomplished at the art, I'm accused of selling out
Living like a prince but always one misstep from broke
I keep everybody laughing but no one really gets the joke.
You play like there's no tomorrow, every show could be your last
I'll fake it 'til I make it but it's going by so fast.

Instr. Solo

Now the gods of rock and roll, are testing my resolve
The bowling alley cancelled, and Pearl Jam hasn't called.
I'm driving down to Peoria in my '73 LeMans
To stick a pig, a corporate gig, to cover all my bonds
Now I am just a junkie, I'm an addict to my core
I'll open up a vein, if the crowd calls out for more
I'd pull a Kurt Cobain, if I only thought I could
I'll fake it 'til I make it but this really isn't good.

Oh Elvis, help me please, to take it all the way
To sing the songs of life and love, until my dying day
Let me play my music, let me stay the underdog
I'll book some shows in Reno and I'll get my ass to Prague
Don't know if I can take it, another twenty years
But I'll fake it 'til I make it and I'll have another, cheers!
That's life as a bar star, all my friends are bar stars too
We''ll fake it 'til we make it, and make it yes we do.
Now you tell me. Am I laughing? ...or crying?

Ricochet

Written By: Steve Kouba

I've had my share of fun, I'm like a gun
Shooting at my destiny, I kill it so it don't become
I got the girl, there was nothing to it
I found the bird to my bullet
Your designs to fly away, my wish that I might

Ricochet, would come true, on the day that I lost you
All that I had left to dream, songs unheard and lands unseen
Only way left to go, down the road I did not know
Your fire at my stake, and a heart that will not break

Today, I will not break today
Should the call come I'll be on my way
In love and war, all is fair, everybody shooting away
The intention's in the aim, the consequence is in the ricochet.

It's true I've been through hell, and states of grace
Grabbed my rocket, blasted off, and set my course for inner space
I went to school, they learned my real good
Taught me to take all that I could
Schemes to set me straight, dreams that I would

Ricochet, would come true, on the day that I lost you
All that I had left to dream, songs unheard and lands unseen
Only way left to go, down the road I did not know
Your fire at my stake, and a heart that will not break

Today, I will not break today
Should the call come I'll be on my way
Cause life'll kill ya, life ain't fair, and I don't care what they say
The intention's in the aim, the consequence is in the ricochet.