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Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
I'm not the lady-killing sort
Enough to hurt a girl in port
Marie's gone blonde and lost a stone
She lay on her lawn, spun and alone
And when the morning sun it rose
Upon Marie and her lacy clothes
Well, it lit her up, and she walked around
The winding streets of Camden Town
Well, she don't know who she wants to be
And if I knew I'd tell Marie
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
I'm not the lady-killing sort
Enough to hurt a girl in port
And Cindy tells me she's had fun
Sitting backstage, someone's plus one
Up in her room the records spin
Needle in the grooves that she's worn thin
Well, she lifts her sleeve and she sees a name
And she's got a smile on her face
And she's got a story you can't see
Well, that's just between that name and Cindy
And before Holly made her way
Over the sea and far away
She's telling me inside her car
Driving us back from the Crystal Corner bar
I lost her there, I fell from hell
Cut some fresh pieces from myself
And then for a second something in me
Said leave today, it's time, Holly, it's time
Oh, I'm a weak and lonely sort
Though I'm not sailing just for sport
I've come to feel out on the sea
These urgent lives press against me
I'm just aghast, I'm not apart
My tender head with my easy heart
These several years out on the sea
Made me empty, cold and clear
Pour yourself into me
Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes, let fall your shirt
I'm not the lady-killing sort
Enough to hurt the girl in port
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Track duration: 06:37
"A Girl in Port" as written by Will Robinson Sheff
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Sitting backstage, someone's plus one
Up in her room the records spin
Needle in the grooves that she's worn thin
Well, she lifts her sleeve and she sees a name
And she's got a smile on her face
And she's got a story you can't see
Well, that's just between that name and Cindy
In fitting with the theme of the song (a musician meditating on tour flings with girls who invested too much in their brief relationship), I think Cindy listens obsessively to the music of the musician's band and has their (or his) name tattooed on her arm as a personal memento of her night with the musician.
It's a bloody brilliant song though.
the sea and far away—she’s telling me,
inside her car, driving us back from the
Crystal Corner bar—“I lost it there, I fell
from health, cut some fresh pieces from
myself. And then, for a second, something
in me said, ‘leave today. It’s time, Holly.’”
That's the lyrics for the Holly verse according to the booklet, which takes a different spin on that verse, I used to think that he/the narrator told Holly "leave today, it's time, Holly." but it seems to be that Holly is recounting saying that to herself?
I interpret it along the same lines as percepirme.
The seventh line in the ninth stanza is without a doubt "Just a guest." Contextually, "aghast" makes not sense. He is a guest in the lives of the girls he has been sleeping with, he does not play a major part like a husband, family member, or long term boy friend.
Considering all the lyrics together, the narrator is attempting to make sense of several years of "commitment free" sex after getting burned by a girl doing the same thing he is. The sentiments are remarkably similar to Getchoo on Weezer's Pinkerton, though the emotional response captured by each song is very different. Rivers' narrator (who definitely is an autobiographical portrayal of Rivers himself) is angrily seeking revenge, while Sheff's is sad, lost, and in want of something more.
"A Girl in Port" provokes more feeling in me than any other on the album and remains a personal favorite.