Some Place Else Lyrics

Melody Maker Man draws on a fag inside his van

He steers with just one hand with the sun on the horizon

We're loaded up with gear, barely room for us in here

We've got our radios to keep in touch as we go

Embassies and an AA map, one quick stop at the Watford Gap

It's gonna take all day to get there from a hole in deepest London Town

A Highland Room with a northern soul, a pleasure beach and a laughing clown

We got a gig in Blackpool town, two hundred miles and counting down

We never did the show of course, we didn't even get our cash

Back in the freezing van, the NME lies on the Dash

The Blue Room on a Friday night, a rubbish band, playing on all night

The Golden Mile in the wind and rain, gigging in the cold and damp again

Woolworths and a Wimpy bar, no-one cares who the hell you are

We're just here to play guitar, we'll wait here at the bar now

We never did the show of course, we didn't even get our cash

Back in the freezing van, the NME lies on the Dash

Heading out of some place else, lights all behind us

Two hundred miles away, we didn't care at all

Venue is all sold out, it can't be us we're new in town

No posters anywhere, our manager's nowhere around

We freaked out on the Wild Mouse, we spent some time in the Ghost Funhouse

There's not too much else to do when the rug's been pulled from under you

I think we'd better make a move, of Blackpool Town we disapprove

It's a long way homeward bound, we sure hell got the runaround

We never did the show of course, we never even got our cash

Back in the freezing van, the NME lies on the Dash

Heading out of some place else, lights all behind us

Two hundred miles away, London never looked so good