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The first time we flew it

It was ? ? ? ? ? ? and cramped



The vodka running out half-way across the atlantic

Even the steward screamed and joined in it



We didnt think we were going to make it

Now were stretched out in wide, furry seats

Flicking through menus



A walk to the bar and theres as much screw-top champagne as we can drink

Were 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 whos just talent

Thats what people pay the money to see



Who are we to argue?



Five hours now its been going on

And still were 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?

Theyre only songs

Midnight, and its all over



Now it can really make us laugh

Were standing on our heads drinking sours of crystel schnapps

Now were unable to step back or step forward



Swallowing a swallow

Tasting it again, its not so unpleasant



Perhaps its an acquired taste

The first time, it makes you sick

Then, bit by bit, it becomes delicious



Showbiz people

Always there to be interested in what you 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 were on our way laughing

Laughing at what?

Los angeles, eight days in

And our sense of ironys running pretty thin



All the friends weve made

Piano interlude not transcribed this time, sorry...just improvise

Its 2 am, its 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



Were sitting, chasing the conservation around the table



Jesus, how long have I been in this state?



The limousines still waiting outside



Anything you want to do?



Anywhere you want to go?



Were 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 were driving through the empty l.a. streets

And everything seems silent and beautiful



A guys face hits the floor

Police revolvers glistening in the streetlight

Onto melrose and lurching through a sea of halloweeen transvestites

The flights cancelled, but it doesnt 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, Ill go for jims

I would fancy a hotel window-hanging, myself, tonight, man



Straight over to the mini-bar

Open the champagne -- one sip and its 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 were used to living

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 yeards, twenty minutes later

Were pushing through the waiting crowd, all fish eyes



An exclusive door policy



Exclusively for arseholes

And tonight? well, a nod of our heads, and were 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



Ive 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

The first time we flew it

It was ? ? ? ? ? ? and cramped



The vodka running out half-way across the atlantic

Even the steward screamed and joined in it



We didnt think we were going to make it

Now were stretched out in wide, furry seats

Flicking through menus



A walk to the bar and theres as much screw-top champagne as we can drink

Were 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 whos just talent

Thats what people pay the money to see



Who are we to argue?



Five hours now its been going on

And still were 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?

Theyre only songs

Midnight, and its all over



Now it can really make us laugh

Were standing on our heads drinking sours of crystel schnapps

Now were unable to step back or step forward



Swallowing a swallow

Tasting it again, its not so unpleasant



Perhaps its an acquired taste

The first time, it makes you sick

Then, bit by bit, it becomes delicious



Showbiz people

Always there to be interested in what you 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 were on our way laughing

Laughing at what?

Los angeles, eight days in

And our sense of ironys running pretty thin



All the friends weve made

Piano interlude not transcribed this time, sorry...just improvise

Its 2 am, its 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



Were sitting, chasing the conservation around the table



Jesus, how long have I been in this state?



The limousines still waiting outside



Anything you want to do?



Anywhere you want to go?



Were 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 were driving through the empty l.a. streets

And everything seems silent and beautiful



A guys face hits the floor

Police revolvers glistening in the streetlight

Onto melrose and lurching through a sea of halloweeen transvestites

The flights cancelled, but it doesnt 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, Ill go for jims

I would fancy a hotel window-hanging, myself, tonight, man



Straight over to the mini-bar

Open the champagne -- one sip and its 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 were used to living

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 yeards, twenty minutes later

Were pushing through the waiting crowd, all fish eyes



An exclusive door policy



Exclusively for arseholes

And tonight? well, a nod of our heads, and were 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



Ive 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

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