Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 75 · middle
The Food Farewell Tour
VOLUME III — being SICK, the small-hours reckoning at the porcelain. The idiom and the song's title hook: "The Food Farewell Tour". Its true history: Contemporary — the meal's dramatic farewell tour, like a band's last; wounded but finishing the set. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.
Lyrics
[Intro] The house lights drop The tile floor is cold against the cheek We thought the set was over But it’s only intermission [Verse 1] I paid my ticket at the diner at 2 AM A double order of the golden fries I thought they settled in the dark down there But I can feel the heavy curtain start to rise Yeah, the bass is kicking back against my ribs The opening act is warming up the floor They’re tuning up the strings of my regret [Chorus] Welcome to the Food Farewell Tour They’re playing all the hits just one last time The late night slice, the heavy heavy pour Coming back up the velvet line It hurts a little, but you gotta love the show Before the headliners pack their gear and go On the Food Farewell Tour [Verse 2] The 2014 vintage of this modern joke Says every meal deserves a grand encore I lean my forehead on the porcelain rim And let the spicy salsa take the floor I'm bruised around the edges, yeah I’m beat Voice is cracking but I’m holding out the mic To the nachos making one last glorious run Through the middle of the neon night [Chorus] Welcome to the Food Farewell Tour They’re playing all the hits just one last time The midnight slice, the heavy heavy pour Coming back up the velvet line It hurts a little, but you gotta love the show Before the headliners pack their gear and go On the Food Farewell Tour [Bridge] I stumble on the second verse But a troubadour don’t ever quit the stage Let the bitter tequila sing the harmony Let the belly turn another page [Outro] Yeah, we played it to the rafters Every single bite took a bow The tiles are ringing Show's over Can't believe we made it out