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Advice from a Roving Artist Lyrics
Can't go home right now, and that's the truth
Julie Burchill's drinking free champagne on my roof
The front door's off limits, at least to the likes of me
See right here, right here, this is my story
Slept in a stranger's flat in all my clothes
In the morning I took a bus across the city to feel safe and closer to home
Passed a sign on the door, and a couple more
Saying welcome to hard times, welcome to hard times
I thought of a friend whose window looks out onto nothing but fields
While outside mine
The book shop was closing down
It's closed now
And it starts to look unlikely
As people leave around me
Helen King wrote a letter to me
Sent May 19th, the day of my birthday
From a desk in a library in some far off country
I'm a roving artist now. It's alright, it's okay
It said there's no magic left in crystal balls
I'm not sure there ever was at all
But listen, what will happen, the favourite question
Is best left for the last line of the poem
And it starts to look unlikely
As people leave around me
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Julie Burchill's drinking free champagne on my roof
The front door's off limits, at least to the likes of me
See right here, right here, this is my story
In the morning I took a bus across the city to feel safe and closer to home
Passed a sign on the door, and a couple more
Saying welcome to hard times, welcome to hard times
While outside mine
The book shop was closing down
It's closed now
As people leave around me
Sent May 19th, the day of my birthday
From a desk in a library in some far off country
I'm a roving artist now. It's alright, it's okay
I'm not sure there ever was at all
But listen, what will happen, the favourite question
Is best left for the last line of the poem
As people leave around me
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Fashionistas, we don't need you
Fashionistas, we don't need you
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love this song SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!
just heard it for the first time, any idea what it all means?
The spoken word parts were written by Jon Slade of Huggy Bear and Comet Gain. It seems to be a tale of disillusionment with London, and especially the 'fashionistas' and hangers on of various scenes. Julie Birchill is a columnist and writer who you might have expected to see at music industry/magazine parties and launches in London in the late nineties.
For me, the song is about the love/hate relationship of living in the city. It feels safe because it's familiar to you, but at the same time, it feels like you're stuck, and sometimes wish you were in the open fields.