Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Liars' Bar , by - The Beautiful South. Song from the album Blue Is The Colour, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1995
Record label: Go! Discs
Song language: English
Liars' Bar |
| Well, sitting in a bar alone where no-one knows your name |
| Is like laying in a graveyard wide awake |
| You’re scared that if you cough or yawn you might wake up the dead |
| So pretend to read a paper or just drink instead |
| I’m a stand-up comedian, but I’d sit down if I could |
| The world just seems to want folk like me to stand |
| And the punch-lines seem to disappear like clouds across the sky |
| And the laughter could be real or could be canned |
| Rum by the kettle drum, whiskey by the jar |
| At Liar’s Bar… |
| Well, living with a lying man could never really hurt |
| But living with a drunk one, no-one deserves |
| And you’re looking for your husband, you’re not sure he’s still alive |
| Don’t bother with the cemetery, he’ll be down at Liar’s Dive |
| I’m a travelling businessman, I just stopped in for one drink |
| You’ll find that I’m not like the other men |
| Their noses are red, whilst mine is only pink |
| And they didn’t choose their drink, their drink chose them |
| And the grave-digger's smiling at his reflection in his spade |
| He’s visiting the seediest, the shallowest of graves |
| The vocal chords of elephants and the characters of mice |
| They’re singing, «Whisky, whisky», so good they named it twice |
| And son, this is rule one… |
| Well, I don’t pass buildings with lights on; |
| if I said that I did, I’d have lied |
| 'Cause what looks like a Chinese restaurant may have Chinese New Year inside |
| And son, all my life I’ve been searching the bars I’ve been in, I forget |
| The lights outside ever brighter, but a light on the inside not yet |
| And he’s a world-wide traveller, he’s not like me or you |
| But he comes in mighty regular for one who’s passing through |
| That one came in his work clothes, he’s missed his last bus home |
| He’s missed a hell of a lot of buses for a man who wants to roam |
| You’ll never get to Rome, son |
| And son, this is rule two… |
| If I look rough, I am rough, if I look sad I am |
| If I look broke, I am broke, just a broke-down piece of man |
| And I don’t mean to get sad on you all, but this is the truth… |
| I’ve turned over enough leaves to fill an autumn; |
| if I had one final wish |
| I’d be your slave for a decade if you could take me away from this pish |
| If you took me away from this, I’d be different, you’d see |
| 'Cause I didn’t choose a drink, a drink just chose me |
| Well, I’m smoking like a chimney and I’m drinking like a fish |
| At Liar’s Bar… |