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Blackfield

Christenings

 

Christenings

(album: Blackfield II - 2007)


I met you in a record store
You had slept in the clothes you wore
But I knew I'd seen you somewhere before

What happened to your guitar?
And what happened to the prettiest star?
Can you still play the songs that got you so far?

Hey, you, with your shadow in the gutter
How low have you gotta go before you're through?
High times and vodka in the morning
All your memories are coming out of your shoes
Black dog sitting in the park
Odd looks from the mothers of the devil's own
Shoplifting, getting your essentials
Gate crashing christenings, funerals
And weddings, too

I used to see you all the time on MTV
Read your life story in a magazine
I guess you thought that's the way it would always be

But I believe in you
'Cause I think that'd you'd want me to
Though I never really liked your songs, it's true

Hey, you, with your shadow in the gutter
How low have you gotta go before you're through?
High times and vodka in the morning
All your memories are coming out of your shoes
Black dog sitting in the park
Odd looks from the mothers of the devil's own
Shoplifting, getting your essentials
Gate crashing christenings, funerals
And weddings, too

Hey, you, with your shadow in the gutter
How low have you gotta go before you're through?
High times and vodka in the morning
All your memories are coming out of your shoes
Black dog sitting in the park
Odd looks from the mothers of the devil's own
Shoplifting, getting your essentials
Gate crashing christenings, funerals
And weddings, too

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