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    "SFO"genre: Alternative General
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    A song about an airport, sort of. . .
    CD: NA   Label: NA
    Credits: Sullivan

    Story Behind the Song
    This song was written around the original drum and bass loop, and came together slowly layer by layer.
    The song is about one holiday season commuting back and forth from Salt Lake City to San Francisco. A lot of sitting around thinking in airports.

    Lyrics
    SFO
    Sullivan, 1996

    It was hard flying home for Christmas
    After our one perfect night
    The thrust of the engines pulled me backward
    Through a thousand strangers' starry nights
    How cruel you were to let me kiss you
    When you knew it wasn't right
    When you knew the third cock would be crowing
    By morning light

    The streets of home are dead of memory
    A place of cold and bright and silence
    The steeple bell, the nursing home
    If only I turned you on
    If only I turned you on
    Like my Dad did for my Mother
    If only I turned you on
    If only I turned you on
    Then I could tell you . . .

    Another stinging little memory of a look that passed your face
    Or that music that seemed just beyond my hearing

    And I think St. Jude must have vanished,
    Wouldn't touch this hopeless case
    When The pulse of love
    The sound of love
    The stench of love
    The beat of love
    The rage of love
    The breath of love
    Is everyplace

    Now back in San Francisco for New Years
    I'm a ghost in the lost streets of your town
    Confetti floats in paper cups of vodka
    Blurry clocks say 11:59
    And across the town, on some ballroom floor
    Your pretty lips are waiting, as this awful year expires
    And you feel hot, strange lips (and I'm thinking of you)
    But they're not mine . . .

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