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Lost Weekend
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Lost Weekend è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 1989 da Capitol Records come parte dell'album Lloyd Cole and the Commotions: 1984-1989
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Cole & The Commotions
Lloyd Cole & The Commotions
Performer
Blair Gray Cowan
Blair Gray Cowan
Keyboards
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Vocals, Guitar
Neil Robert Clark
Neil Robert Clark
Guitar
Lawrence Donegan
Lawrence Donegan
Bass Guitar
Stephen Irvine
Stephen Irvine
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Composer, Songwriter, Lyrics
Neil Robert Clark
Neil Robert Clark
Composer, Lyrics
Lawrence Donegan
Lawrence Donegan
Composer, Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clive Langer
Clive Langer
Producer
Alan Winstanley
Alan Winstanley
Producer

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[Verse 1]
It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
And double pneumonia in a single room
And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
Are you laughing at me now? May I please laugh along with you?
[Verse 2]
This morning I woke up from a deep, unquiet sleep
With ashtray clothes and this lonely heart's pen
Which I wrote for you a love song in tattoo upon my palm
'Twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand
[Verse 3]
You see, I
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Drop it and I'll fall to pieces
So easily
[Verse 4]
I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain and my aim was taboo
You, could we meet in the marketplace?
Did I ever, hey, please, did you wound my knees?
[Verse 5]
You see, I
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Drop it and I'll fall to pieces, yeah
Too easy
[Verse 6]
There's nobody else to blame
I hang my head in a crying shame
There is nobody else to blame
Nobody else 'cept my sweet self again
[Verse 7]
It took a lost weekend in a hotel in Amsterdam
Twenty four gone years to conclude in tears
And the sickest joke was the price of the medicine
Are you laughing at me now? May I please laugh along?
[Verse 8]
I was a king bee with a head full of attitude
An ashtray heart on my sleeve, wounded knees
And my one love song was a tattoo upon my palm
You wrote upon me when you took my hand
[Verse 9]
You see, I
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Drop it and I'll fall to pieces
Too easily
Too easily
Too easily
Written by: Lawrence Francis Donegan, Lloyd Cole, Neil Robert Clark
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