in Helsinki
Tired and sticky
My body hit the bed
I almost fell dead
When I got to the venue
They ink -stamped my wrist
The waitress asked me,
Marlon, meet her white fish
I got up on the stage,
the sound, it was okay
But I struggled like a marlin
on an unlucky day
I tried a few new songs,
they all looked at me like, what?
Where's Katie's song mistress
in Grace Cathedral Park?
Finland, Finland,
so many trees chimed under what you teased
Finland, Finland, cold as ice
but the waitress she was there
So I met a fin after, she was thin as a wave
Her big viking stepped in,
a big old old flame wave
Went back to my room alone and I cried
It was a year to the day
that my kid can't die
I left Helsinki then,
the next stop was Aarhus
A taxi, two airplanes,
and a fucking shuttle bus
Denmark, Denmark,
everybody's white
Everyone rides bikes
Denmark, Denmark,
everyone rides bikes there,
and all of them are white.
Off to London via Copenhagen
for a concert at a party at 1 .30pm.
I got up on the stage,
people gathered around
Retro 80s band, drowned out my sound
Went and got my check,
went back to my room
Feeling suicidal, feeling full again
Turned on the TV,
there was rioting and stuff
As if this city isn't depressing
enough
London, London,
and it's all the rage
if your favorite color's beige.
London, London, look right, look left,
it makes me think of death.
Off to Manchester, then to Bristol
I had a show on a boat,
and it was half full
Guy in the front, heckled me all night
His skin was a sick mix of grey,
pink and white
Went back to my room,
more riots on the news
Homesick as fuck, I got the UK blues
Bristol, Bristol, cobblestone streets
People missing teeth
Bristol, Bristol,
is this really what people need?
Back to London, then to Belfast
Had to catch a plane,
I had to get there fast
Had to get a room,
I had to change my clothes
I had to change my strings,
check my sound
Had to meet a friend,
had to take a bath,
had to get a flight,
I'm going home at last.
Belfast, Belfast,
out the taxi window,
cows sleeping in the grass.
Belfast, Belfast,
out the taxi window,
cow's sleeping in the grass
Belfast, Belfast,
out the taxi window,
cow's sleeping in the grass
Belfast, Belfast,
out the taxiway
with cows sleeping in the grass.
I'm sorry, this room is going to close,
it would be a totally perfect room
if it wasn't for that door.
But I'll miss everybody,
Emma, I'll miss you,
the guy from here
who buys my records from Russia,
I'll miss you.
Andre and his wife,
I'll miss you.
Louise. Anthony. And Paris.
I'm going to try to remember
Louise's girlfriend's name.
Don't tell me.
What's the first letter?
Thank
Mark Kozelek 
