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Ballad Of Tindersticks

 

Ballad Of Tindersticks

(앨범: Curtains - 1997)


The first time we flew in
It was cheap and cramped
The vodka running out half-way across the Atlantic
Even the stewards screaming during the landing
We didn't think we were going to make it

Now we're stretched out in wide, furry seats
Flicking through menus
A walk to the bar and as much screw-top champagne as we can drink
We're so easy
We're taking turns having our photo taken
Sitting in front of smoked windows
Decanters of cheap whiskey in our hands
We're driving to Manhattan on a date with a starlet
It's just talent
And that's what people pay the money to see
Who are we to argue?

Five hours now it's been going on
And still we're watching all of it
Can he really believe all this?
Can he really lie in bed at night and marvel at his own genius?
When do you lose the ability to step back
And get a sense of your own ridiculousness?
They're only songs

Midnight, and it's all over
Now it can really make us laugh
We're standing on our heads drinking sours of Cristal slammers
Now we're unable to step back or forward
We're swallowing, swallowing
Tasting it again, it's not so unpleasant
Perhaps it's an acquired taste
The first time, it makes you sick
Then, little by little, it becomes delicious

Showbiz people
Always there to be interested in what you have to say
We are artists, we are sensitive and important
We nod our heads earnestly
Already half-way down the champagne
On our way to leaving the place dry
A $2,000 bar bill
Showbiz picks up the tab
And we're on our way laughing
Laughing at what?

Los Angeles, eight days in
And our sense of irony is wearing pretty thin
All the friends we've made!
It's 2 am, it's closing time at the Dresden
Martin and Layton play one last sleepy "Strangers In The Night"
And the last of the martinis dribble down our chins
We're sitting, chasing the conversation around the table
Jesus, how long have I been in this state?
The limousine's still waiting outside
Anything you want to do?
Anywhere you want to go?
We're on our way to the airport and a plane to Vegas

So many nights lying in bed shaking
Dreaming of pushing my daughter around the supermarket
The joy of seeing all those colours and shapes reflect in her wide eyes
My head leaning on the window
And we're driving through the empty L.A. streets
And everything seems silent and beautiful
A guy's face hits the floor
Police revolvers glistening in the streetlight
Onto Melrose and nudging through a sea of Halloween transvestites
The flight's cancelled, but it doesn't matter
We turn this corner to a wink that takes us wherever
Up to Sunset and a creep up the drive to the Shattuck
The suite Belushi died in
Or the one Morrison hung out the window
"Oh, I'll go for Jim's
I would fancy a hotel window-hanging, myself, tonight, man"
Straight over to the mini-bar
Open the champagne one sip and it's left to wake up to
"Anyone hungry?"
A team of uniformed waiters lay out an elaborate table for all us to ignore
Oh, the irony
How we used to love it

Back in London on a cold Friday night
"Do you want another drink?"
"Well, I could try"
Perhaps we could make it to the Atlantic
600 yards, 20 minutes later
We're pushing through the waiting crowd, all fish eyes
An exclusive door policy
Exclusively for arseholes
And tonight? Well, a nod of the head, and we're inside
Falling down the red, velvety stairs
Limbs flailing, hands searching for something to steady
We pick ourselves up, there's nothing broken
Just aches in the morning
No one seems to notice
I find a table, the champagne arrives
But being so drunk, we sit and look at it
We try and talk for the first time in a long time
A drunken confession
We should have made each other sick
We use the rent money to pay the bill
And, bumping shoulders, we stumble out into Soho
Tripping over the sleeping bags
Shouting for taxis

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