UK Blues 2 - Sun Kil Moon

Oh England

Oh the gloom

I just left my horribly, lonely room

I walk to the church

Where I would play

That cold, gray August day

Before I went on

I knew you were there

But I put it on

Like I didn’t care

Just played and sang

As well as I could

If we were to meet

Well then we would

When I saw your face

Yea, it was still

That one from those early Harmony films

There on that dark Manchester night

A riot began

But things felt alright

Off to a pub

With chatty young Brits

Listening to all of their horse shit

Glanced at your boots

The watch on your wrist

How do I pull you away?

Well you’re staying down the street

Could I help you off of your sleepy feet?

Your eyes are far and glazy

Could I walk you back?

Don’t be crazy

Crazy, crazy

Could I have this night

And sing you to sleep?

Crazy, crazy

Morning came

A note from the desk

Belfast?

you asked

And I said yes

Ironed my shirt

And polished my shoes

But nothing would kill my UK blues

UK blues

From the top of my head

To the heels of my shoes

UK blues

Inside my head

And inside my shoes

We met up on the main street of town

Played a half empty room full of clowns

When I was done some drunk Irish moon

Said worst night I’ve had since (only part I can’t decipher)

Had some laughs

And signed autographs

Grabbed my pitiful handful of cash

The night was slipping off too soon

Tomorrow goodbye, sad Irish moon

We walked along

You slightly ahead

Till we landed on your big king bed

Our brains burned

Our bodies hurt

I like your stockings

And long leather skirt

I’m fading off

Could I stay the night?

Don’t be crazy

It doesn’t feel right

Come on, really?

Are you sure?

God, fuck this lonely tour

Walked back down those terrible halls

Past those dark chocolate brown walls

Looked up at the ceiling

Like old skin peeling

You never write

And you never call

I sometimes wonder

Will you at all?

Well time has passed

Doesn’t phase me

Don’t be crazy