Video Elevator Operator de Courtney Barnett 2024 Alternativo Lyrics

Courtney Barnett - Elevator Operator Lyrics

Oliver paul, twenty years old, thick head
Of hair worries he’s going bald. Wakes up
At a quarter past nine, fair evades his way down
The 96 tram line. Breakfast on the run again
He’s well aware he’s dropping soy linseed
Vegemite crumbs everywhere. Feeling sick
At the sight of his computer, he dodges his
Way through the swanston commuters

Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man
Sleeping in the corner of a metro bus stand
He screams “I’m not going to work today!
Gonna count the minutes that the trains run late
Sit on the grass building pyramids out of coke cans.”

Headphone wielding to the nicholas building
He trips on a pothole that’s not been filled in
He waits for an elevator (one to nine) a lady walks
In and waits by his side. Her heels are high
And her bag is snakeskin, hair pulled so tight
You can see her skeleton. Vickers perfume
On her breath, a tortoise-shell necklace

Between her breasts she looks him up and down
With her botox frown, he’s well used to that look by now
The elevator dings and they awkwardly step in
Their fingers touch on the rooftop button
“Don’t jump little boy, don’t jump off that roof!
You’ve got your whole life ahead of you
You’re still in your youth. I’d give anything to have skin like you.”

He said “I think you’re projecting the way
That you’re feeling. I’m not suicidal just
Idling insignificantly. I come up here for
Perception and clarity, I like to imagine
I’m playing sim city. All the people look like ants
From up here, and the wind’s the only traffic
You can hear” he said “all I ever wanted to be
Was an elevator operator can you help me please?”