The Ken Burns

Steve Kilbey / Martin Kennedy

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Lyrics (unofficial)

You know, sometimes life is like a dirty weekend in a cheap hotel
You know you're gonna regret it when it's gone
When the time has been sucked out
And the situation is all tristesse and Saúl Duarte (0:43)
When the sadness of the songs emanating from other rooms
Makes you stop and think
Yeah, when you think of all the grief and the lies
How careful you gotta be covering your tracks
Because my man has already seen this in his mind
And your spouse gonna probably get the house
When you saw my tattoos, my lovely wings
Well that was a nasty laugh
And all the bastards on this earth can go to hell
And all that dark poetic stuff is just some freak's lust under another name
The stuff we took to get high burnt out my frame
I call it the Ken Burns
I call it vodka and cigarettes and your lovely jawline on my horizon
I call it from beyond and it comes in a sudden downpour
The rain on the roof, the clichéd mirrored neon
Like a dim red dwarf in the storm
The next day the storm has gone and taken him
In the cold light of an aching morning
In the damaged feeble sun muffled by the silent curtains
From a Gideon's Bible you had been reading me the Song of Solomon
You said I was Sheba, you said I was your Cleopatra
You said something else that tired me out and I thought, "That's stupid"
When you kiss my back I was taken by apathy
Yeah, yeah, you're okay I think
But not worth getting into trouble over
I wish I could type this all out for you
And send it in a telegram
Damn it
You're a babbling brook
And I'm gonna block you
Yes, my dear, they call this resolve
Yes, my friend, I've thought this all through
I can change my flight back east where I at least understand things
Joe is a good guy and he really loves me
He's just, he's...he's just, he's just
It doesn't matter, I'll think it all through in the sky
What a joke this all is
I think they call this disenchantment
I'm gonna think of something interesting
A message or some little film over things
Yeah, I'm enjoying myself now
It'll be worth everything as I think of you squirming
And I won't be there to see it
Yeah, me and Joe, arm in arm
I'm far away in a future you will never see
Listening to the music you will never hear
Yeah, ha ha
Where was I?