woozy with cider

süper bir James Yorkston şarkısı. dinlerken insanı kendinden geçiren üst üste yüzlerce kez dinleten şarkı. sözleri;

I Watch the park quieten from the hotel window, I hear you softly sleep amongst the cars and saluting songbirds,
For a city whose size had scared me for years right now it's a feeble evening row, not un-similar to a beach evening ending
On the table to my left there's a magazine with a picture of dead money, making a mockery of what I'd call art
But what would I know about the scene in the city that has swallowed up friends lovers and family,
Just give a village the size of a teacup
You're happier here spread out with your eyes closed,
I feel I should order a drink in celebration to welcome the summer, whose first day is ending
Should you wake you'd catch me of course and ask me the wisdom of drinking once more
I cast me mind back to yesterdays wedding where we got drunk and fell over
I did my best to be polite to a family I'd never met, but on numerous occasions, I guess, I could have tried harder
Of course by the end of the night I was a best friend with everyone and every ones wife but right now I couldn't remember their names no matter how hard ii try

As the sun glares through the hotel window I wonder of our future and where it will lead to,
I wonder if you'll be laying there 10 years 20 years 30 years down the line
I'll still be staring out at the street confused about love and life,
It'll be interesting to see if anyone every bought those songs of mine if anyone heard those words that I never got quite right,
I think I can be honest in presuming the world is not exactly going to be leaping out its bed to make me rich using my songs in adverts selling oranges or lemons,
Who knows I may end up owning the whole street, or more likely sleeping under tree in the park opposite
Would the runners keep me awake or would I keep them asleep
I'd hope I have the sense to move back home, as lovely as today is, I‘d imagine the winter would be rather cold

I'd been told for years that the devil had the best tunes and that the devil lived down here whereas us country folk weren't worth the salt from the road
Ex pat magazine editors who choose to loose their temper on the easily persuaded northern town dwellers
And sure enough 99 percent of the people I meet have scant regard for entertaining me, it seems I'm too old too slow too quiet and just wrong
And I'm glad. In their cocaine fuelled electronic cabarets I'll be the man at the bar drinking overpriced whiskey from a bar maid who's to good to catch my eye
She only works here two nights a week, the rest of the time she's a singer on a rock and roll band
I bet she'd change her tune if I told her my album had peaked at number 172 and that I also had friends who worked in bars and that didn't define who they are
Though it certainly helps their capacity to drink.

But I've stayed off the subject
Now I'll be leaning over and waking you up, and you'll squint at me through the cracks between your eyelids, woozy with cider
As if you're asking exactly where we are and exactly what I wanted.
And I'll be happy because we won't be taking anything too seriously.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eYSUxoRc0U