paroles de chanson Folk Song 12 - Paris Street

Cindy called me just after six
'Cause she had had a bad day and was ready for some drinks
Maybe a bite to eat
Down by Division Street
She didn't want to drink alone

I had nothing else to do that day
But that was nothing new, so I said 'okay'
And the drinks were nice
But they were overpriced
What do you expect so close to Music Row

She said she wanted to get drunk
She called it an 'alcoholiday'
I called it a weekday
I called it any other day

We went our separate ways after a couple of rounds
She had to meet up with her boyfriend, I had to go down
To the little dive bar
With the cheap PBR
And drop off some flyers for a show

There was a kid onstage doing the songwriter thing
So I whispered to Ben, 'godddamn, if he sings
Radiohead then I'm gone',
Well it didn't take long
Still I got one more for the road

Now I was compelled to get drunk
To hop on Cindy's 'alcoholiday'
At the start of the week
At the start of any other day

I made my way over to Elliston Place
And hit the Gold Rush - it wasn't too late
And Cindy was there
So I pulled up a chair
And ordered myself a Miller Light

I asked her if things were going as planned
She said, 'more than you can ever understand'
And there were a bunch more friends
Down at the other end
It was happy hour all night

And most of them were already drunk
Well into their 'alcoholidays'
It was a Monday for some
But for most, just another day

On any given night we could all be found at the Rush
Some of us were struggling to get by, some were pretending as such
And I'm not sure why
I guess it makes them feel inside
Like it helps them to belong more

But that's not important, they have no reason to pretend
'Cause we were best friends to each other
Nothing else mattered in the end
And we hoped that it would last
As I raised another glass
Of a drink I could not afford

In the company of these wonderful drunks
At the peak of our 'alcoholidays'
Somehow it felt profound
But it was really just another day

We were all at that point where it's almost time to choose
Between the reality of careers and the dreams of our youths
And the potential was there
But the motivation was scarce
It was too easy to set things aside

There was more talent in this bar than anywhere in town, for sure
But our words were too raw and our hearts too pure
And it was a crying shame
But, really, who could you blame
As the lights went up for closing time

So we were content to get drunk
Make the most of our 'alcoholidays'
But we couldn't escape the hollow feeling
No, we couldn't escape the hollow feeling
We tried to escape the hollow feeling
In this hollow fucking town that polishes off all the feeling