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Ballad Of Tindersticks - Tindersticks

The first time we flew it

It was cheap and cramped

The vodka running out

Half-way across the Atlantic

Even the steward screamed

And joined in it

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 there's

As much screw-top champagne

As we can drink

We're so easy

Taking turns having

Our photos taken

Sitting in front of smoked windows

Decanters of cheap

Whiskey in our hands

Drive into Manhattan on a date

With a starlet who's just talent

That's what people

Pay the money to see

Who're we to argue

Five hours now

It's been going on

And still we're watching all of it

Can you 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 Crystel Schnapps

Now we're unable to

Step back or step forward

Swallowing a swallow

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 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's

Running pretty thin

All the friends we've made

It's 2 a m

It's closing time at the Dresden

Marty 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 conservation

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 seein' all those colors

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 lurching

Through a sea of Halloween transvestites

The flight's canceled

But it doesn't matter

We turn this corner to a way

That takes us wherever

Up to sunset

We 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're used to living

And 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 twenty 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 our heads

And we're inside

Falling down the red

Velvety stairs

Limbs flaying

Hands searching for

Something to steady

Pick ourselves up

Nothing broken

Just aches in the morning

No one seems to notice

I find a table

Champagne arrives

I've been so drunk

I sit and look at you

We try and talk for

The first time in a long time

Drunken confession

You shiver

It made you feel sick

We use the rent money

To pay the bill

Bumping shoulders

We stumble out into Soho

Slipping over the sleeping bags

Shouting for taxis