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Lloyd Cole and the Commotions – Lost Weekend – 1985

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    It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
    And double pneumonia in a single room
    And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
    Are you laughing at me now, may I please laugh along with you?

    This morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep
    With ashtray clothes and miss lonelyheart’s pen
    With which I wrote for you a love song in tattoo
    Upon my palm, ’twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand

    You see, I
    I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it
    Drop me and I’ll fall to pieces so easily

    I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
    Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain
    And my aim was to taboo, you
    Could we meet in the marketplace
    Did I ever, hey please, did you wound my knees?

    You see, I
    I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it
    Drop me and I’ll fall to pieces, yes

    Yeah, easy, there’s nobody else to blame
    I hang my head in a crying shame (shame)
    There’s nobody else to blame
    Nobody else except my sweet self, oh

    It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
    Twenty four gone years to conclude in tears
    That the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
    Are you laughing at me now, may I please laugh along, oh

    I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
    An ashtray heart on my sleeve, wounded knees
    And my one love song was a tattoo upon my palm
    You wrote upon me when you took my hand

    You see, I
    I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it
    Drop me and I’ll fall to pieces too easily
    Too easily
    Too easily