Saturday - March 13, 2004
The other side of the world.
Curtains stay
closed
But everyone knows
You hear through the walls in this place
Cigarette holes for every lost soul
To give up the ghost in this place
Give me strength
Give me wings
I blow you a kiss
It should reach you tomorrow
As it flies from the other side of the world
From my room in my fugitive motel
Somewhere in the dust bowl
It flies from the other side of the world
- Elbow, "Fugitive Motel" from the album A Cast of Thousands
There are songs that hit you in the gut and leave an exit wound in the small of your back, and Fugitive Motel is one of them. It is solitude and longing bobbling like tumbleweeds over the metallic taste of drums and the furtive beauty of piano and strings.
But everyone knows
You hear through the walls in this place
Cigarette holes for every lost soul
To give up the ghost in this place
Give me strength
Give me wings
I blow you a kiss
It should reach you tomorrow
As it flies from the other side of the world
From my room in my fugitive motel
Somewhere in the dust bowl
It flies from the other side of the world
- Elbow, "Fugitive Motel" from the album A Cast of Thousands
There are songs that hit you in the gut and leave an exit wound in the small of your back, and Fugitive Motel is one of them. It is solitude and longing bobbling like tumbleweeds over the metallic taste of drums and the furtive beauty of piano and strings.