I´ve been here before

My head is aching,
My knees are weak,
I can seem to stand up,
On my own two feet,
I´ve got a key in my pocket,
I´ve never seem before,
It doesn’t seem to open,
My own front door.

A long time ago, I was here before,
Now I’m coming back,
I’m coming back for more
Intoxicated, toes in my head,
I just wanna make it,
Home to my bed,
Do you understand me, do you undestand me.

It it my imagination,
Another dream I spin,
Or a situation, I don’t wanna be in,
And the key in my pocket,
Well I know what It´s for,
It’s not gonna open,
Someone else´s door,

A long time ago,
I’ve been here before,
Now I´m coming back
I´m coming back for more
Intoxicated, toes to my feet,
I just wanna make it,
Home to my bed,
Do you undestand me, do you understand me,

I´ve been here before,
Now I´m comin’ back.







Listen:

Jam House on Thursday 19th of November 2009. I did manage to avoid the Jagermeister but sadly consumed far too much Pino Bolla and staggered home at about 1.30am. I got in a taxi and I remember the driver saying "I know who you are, you're that guy from Pilot". I wanted to say "thank you, I'm flattered that you recognise me after such a long time", it came out as "Ish ah right, shmashin'. How he managed to decipher my description of where I lived I'll never know, I think I gave it to him in Swahili. As I fell in a heap after getting my key into and out of my front door lock (which seemed to take forever). I heard myself say "I'm not drunk you know, hic", oh dear! (I've been here before).