[ti:Fiction]
[ar:the Lucksmiths]
[00:01.650]Written  down  here,gentle  reader
[00:03.60]It  seems  too  good  to  be  true
[00:09.180]But  there ’s  a  girl  in  Kansas  City
[00:13.390]With  my  favourite  tattoo
[00:15.950]Oh  why  would  I  lie  to  you?
[00:45.539]This  was  in  another  century
[00:48.299]Somewhere  near  the  summer ’s  end
[00:53.109]The  fahrenheit  was  frightening
[00:56.769]I  was  awake  the  whole  weekend
[01:00.779]Invited  to  a  barbecue
[01:06.989]I  found  refuge  in  the  kitchen
[01:11.179]Discussing  post-war  US  literature
[01:16.539]With  a  girl  whose  upper  arm  read “fiction ”
[01:20.199]Like  it  might  have  been  typewritten
[01:50.39]I  asked  her  its  significance
[01:51.409]She  said  she  sometimes  took  reminding
[01:55.749]What  she  wanted  to  be  doing
[01:58.979]Whether  reading  it  or  writing
[02:04.529]I  admitted  admiration
[02:06.349]For  both  typeface  and  intent
[02:13.989]And  said  more  softly —sotto  voce —
[02:18.59]I  knew  too  well  what  she  meant
[02:22.909]She  just  smiled
[02:24.359]And  in  a  while  she  went
[02:32.109]For  a  time  I  forgot  this  ever  took  place
[02:38.829]She  left  her  bottle  on  the  bookcase
[03:33.769]So  though  I  leave  you  little  option
[03:36.199]But  to  take  me  at  my  word
[03:40.389]I  assure  you,dearest  listener
[03:42.529]That  it  happened  as  you ’ve  heard
[03:48.759]A  beer  left  on  a  bookshelf
[03:54.509]At  a  bygone  barbecue
[03:57.369]By  a  girl  from  Kansas  City
[03:59.449]With  my  favourite  tattoo
[04:02.89]Oh  why  would  I  lie  to  you?
[04:14.479]Oh  why  would  I  lie  to  you?
[04:23.799]Oh  why  would  I  lie?