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"Los Flamingos"
(written by Kristin Hersh)

Works In Progress Version:
Kissing through the weekend
We can prove we're perfect
On a mattress made of wasted time
A safe hotel room is a catacomb
Nobody cheats you in the dark
Lost flamingos lost their bark
I can see myself and I'm eating out of your hand
On a carpet made of everything
A safe hotel room is a catacomb
Nobody wants you after dark
Lost flamingos lost their bark
I'm still waiting, I'm still here
Is that how come you're so mad?
I want all you never had
Your nose is broken, but your mouth is working
There's a rainbow on the bathroom wall
A safe hotel room is a catacomb
Nobody loses in the dark
Lost flamingos lost their bark
I'm still waiting, I'm still here
Is that how come you're so mad?
I want all you never had

Album Version:
Kissing through the weekend
We can prove we're perfect
On a mattress made of wasted time
A safe hotel room is a catacomb
Nobody cheats you after dark
Lost flamingos lost their bark
I can see myself and I'm eating out of your hand
On a carpet made of everything
A safe hotel room is a catacomb
Nobody loses in the dark
Lost flamingos lost their bark
I'm still waiting, I'm still here
Is that how come you're so mad?
I want all we ever had
Your nose is broken, but your mouth is working
There's a rainbow on the bathroom wall
A safe hotel room is a catacomb
Nobody sees you in the dark
Lost flamingos lost their bark
I'm still waiting, I'm still here
Is that how come you're so mad?
I want all you never had

Guitar Tab (courtesy of Red Eyes)

APPEARS ON:
- Works In Progress 2 (as "Lost Flamingoes"), released 2000-2001
- Works In Progress 3, released 2002-2003
- Throwing Muses, 2003
- Live At The Middle East, 2006
 
WORDS FROM KRISTIN:
- "You may remember this song as "Lost Flamingos" -- this new treatment seemed to ask for a slight re-naming. Everyone always hears it as "los" -- though I still sing "lost" anyway."
 
- "It's a "road song", unfortunately, the kind I said I'd never write, but there you go. I don't know why living in hotels makes me feel like a flamingo, but there you go again. Maybe somebody out there could tell me."

Don't worry, dance in the road.