Fascination
Street
Oh it's opening time
Down on Fascination Street
So let's cut the conversation
And get out for a bit
Because I feel it all fading and paling
And I'm begging
To drag you down with me
To kick the last nail in
Yeah! I like you in that
Like I like you to scream
But if you open your mouth
Then I can't be responsible
For quite what goes in
Or to care what comes out
So just pull on your hair
Just pull on your pout
And let's move to the beat
Like we know that it's over
If you slip going under
Slip over my shoulder
So just pull on your face
Just pull on your feet
And let's hit opening time
Down on Fascination Street
So
pull on your hair
Pull on your pout
Cut the conversation
Just open your mouth
Pull on your face
Pull on your feet
And let's hit opening time
Down on Fascination Street
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Robert
on 'Fascination Street'...
"I
was thinking of Bourbon Street in New Orleans when I wrote it - I was getting
ready to go there and I thought, What the fuck do I think I'm going to find?
It's about the incredulity that I could still be fooled into looking for
a perfect moment." (Select Magazine, August 1991)
"A 'generic' song about the (often cynical) delights of exploring a
new city nightlife; based loosely on one particular 'band adventure' in
New Orleans 1985 - Bourbon Street the cliche perhaps; but a lot of life
died there..." (September
1997) |
