At Home He Feels Like A Tourist

We're watching the Gang of Four last Saturday. They play At Home He Feels Like A Tourist, and I related big time - I heard the song as I have never heard it before. This is my home, this is my life...or is it?

The musical journey is an amazing one. In my pending (ahem) middle age, I've started paying attention to lyrics as never before. Lyrics to me were (and still are) secondary to the music, however I've come to realize that a crap lyric can cut the enjoyment factor short...I think I'm enjoying something until I realize the lyrics aren't speaking to me or making me think or laugh or relate. A great melody or riff or arrangement can make for a lot, but hopefully the song is saying something, anything.

At home he feels like a tourist
At home he feels like a tourist
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer
He fills his head with culture
He gives himself an ulcer

Down on the disco floor
They make their profit
From the things they sell
To help you cover
all the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket

At home she's looking for interest
At home she's looking for interest
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process
She said she was ambitious
So she accepts the process

Down on the disco floor
They make their profit
From the things they sell
To help you cob off
And the rubbers you hide
In your top left pocket

Two steps forward
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
(Six steps back)
Small step for him
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)
(Big jump for me)

At home she feels like a tourist
At home she feels like a tourist
She fills her head with culture
She gives herself an ulcer
Why make yourself so anxious
You give yourself an ulcer