Korean Tea - Jonathan Wilson

Would you like to come to my house and play records,

And drink the rest of this Korean tea?

There’s been hardly anyone there, in my house, lately

Hardly anyone there, you will say, with me

I’m trying not to tap that emotion

The one where you’re feeling alone

There’ll be hardly anyone there, you will say, in the jungle

Hardly anyone there, you will say, with me

It may be five minutes of fame

But it’s arriving just a little too late

It may be five minutes of fame

But it’s arriving just a little too late

I’m waiting on this vaulted ceiling

Flying buttresses for the boys and me

Thousands and thousands of Watts of electrical power

As the interface between you and me

We grew up in these towns, where no art was around us

Still, a few of us could even see

There’ll be hardly anyone there, in this museum with us

Be hardly anyone there, you will say, with me

It may be five minutes of fame

But it’s arriving just a little too late

It may be five minutes of fame

But it’s arriving just a little too late

And if the band just never plays

The curtain never falls

And if the curtain never falls

The band will never play

Ah…