39 Down - Lloyd Cole

I was laughing and crying

My eyes were sore

39 down

One lucky strike more

And I didn’t have a care

I had eleven thousand words

I could roll them off just like dice

There were movers and shakers

On Wannermaker Place

I was holding my own

Between the dives and the steakhouses

And furthest from my mind

Was the thought of my refection

Coming back from the machine

Which said

Everything is gone

No more carry on

I was bound to fall

I had it all

I half way through the song

And not a stone unturned

True life revelations

For the at least concerned

And I said to my wife

Do you think I’ve said too much?

She said

Well, isn’t that what your job is?

Then when I got into furniture

It was curtains for me

But I can blame it on Upper Street

And my Ambrose Heal

And still, furthest from my mind

Was the thought of my refection

Coming back from the machine

Which said

Everything is gone

No more carry on

I was bound to fall

I had it all

I was laughing and crying

My eyes were sore

39 down

One lucky strike more

And I didn’t have a care

I had eleven thousand words

I could roll them off just like dice

Just like dice