History repeats the old conceits
The glib replies the same defeats
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues
I'm just the oily slick
On the windup world of the nervous tick
In a very fashionable hovel
I hang around dying to be tortured
You'll never be alone in the bone orchard
This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel
So in this almost empty gin palace
Through a two-way looking glass
You see your Alice
You know she has no sense
For all your jealousy
In a sense she still smiles very sweetly
Charged with insults and flattery
Her body moves with malice
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous
And now you find you fit this identikit completely
You say you have no secrets
And then leave discreetly
I might make it California's fault
Be locked in Geneva's deepest vault
Just like the canals of Mars and the Great Barrier Reef
I come to you beyond belief
My hands were clammy and cunning
She's been suitably stunning
But I know there's not a hope in Hades
All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle
So called gentlemen and ladies
Dog fight like rose and thistle
I got a feeling
I'm going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing
Now I am beyond belief
I got a feeling
I'm going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing
Now I am beyond belief
I got a feeling
I'm going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing
Now I am beyond belief
The glib replies the same defeats
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues
I'm just the oily slick
On the windup world of the nervous tick
In a very fashionable hovel
I hang around dying to be tortured
You'll never be alone in the bone orchard
This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel
So in this almost empty gin palace
Through a two-way looking glass
You see your Alice
You know she has no sense
For all your jealousy
In a sense she still smiles very sweetly
Charged with insults and flattery
Her body moves with malice
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous
And now you find you fit this identikit completely
You say you have no secrets
And then leave discreetly
I might make it California's fault
Be locked in Geneva's deepest vault
Just like the canals of Mars and the Great Barrier Reef
I come to you beyond belief
My hands were clammy and cunning
She's been suitably stunning
But I know there's not a hope in Hades
All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle
So called gentlemen and ladies
Dog fight like rose and thistle
I got a feeling
I'm going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing
Now I am beyond belief
I got a feeling
I'm going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing
Now I am beyond belief
I got a feeling
I'm going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing
Now I am beyond belief
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I have no idea what he's talking about here, but he paints a picture in tiny, slashing strokes. I love the tricks he plays with these lines:
"Charged with insults and flattery" "I might make it California's fault" "My hands were clammy and cunning"
Mostly I love this tune because as it builds the verses become fractured. Then the bridge appears out of nowhere and falls back into another doubled verse. The chorus doesn't even make an appearance until the very end, where he repeats it over and over into the fade. It's wackadoo, but it works.
Zubby nailed it, been there done that. Try to convince yourself you are there for the drunk. By the end of the night you are beyond belief.