for some reason i had and their refinement playing while watching 9/11 footage a couple years ago (i understand this is weird but the internet+substances just be like that sometimes), and this one particularly fit it so well that the association remains. it's really sort of eerie
their use of guitar here is so precise, it sounds like an orchestra in parts. and to the person below who thinks this took an easy 40m to make, Adam has stated in interviews that he usually spends about 6 to 12 months on each track.
"Excuse me?" he asked quietly. " She carried on sitting and would not look up. "Excuse me?" again, and she closed her eyes. Then she was not there anymore but floating somewhere else like driftwood. He was there too, fixing the car, making the dinner, driving her home. "Is this your father?" she heard in some faraway place that somehow wasn't connected to her anymore. "Is this your father?" Then she could not fly anymore and was again sitting down staring at the the shell. The shell of a man, of a soul, of her father.
She gave it another ten seconds.
‘Is there anything else I can offer you?’
‘No, not just yet.’
‘I could ask one of our lovely dancers to sit with you if you wish.’
‘I’m waiting for someone.’
She opened her arms. Her breasts looked lovely under the silk.
‘I am someone, someone very nice to keep you company.’
‘Actually, the someone I’m looking for is a man.’
She leaned over the bar.
‘Then, monsieur, you are in the wrong place.’
He looked up in the mirror above the bar. Portrait of a forty something chap in a tweed sports jacket and loose fitting tie, propped at the bar of a strip club in Lausanne, Switzerland. Like being there and not there at the same time. His eyes fell from the mirror.
‘Funny you should say that, mademoiselle.’