n-nunratedn0 reviewsnCribs, The - Advice From A Roving Artist LyricsnLyrics Video ReviewsnSong detailsnTitle Advice From A Roving ArtistnArtist Cribs, ThenAlbum nDownload buy at E-Music buy at Thumbplaynnnnprinter friendly version send these lyrics to a friendnSong lyricsnnCan't go home right now, and that's the truth nJulie Burchill's drinking free champange on my roof nThe front door's off limits, at least to the likes of me nSee right here, right here, this is my story nnSlept in a stranger's flat in all my clothes nIn the morning I took a bus across the city to feel safe and closer to home nPassed a sign on the door, and a couple more nSaying welcome to hard times, welcome to hard times nnI thought of a friend whose window looks out onto nothing but fields nWhile outside mine nThe book shop was closing down nIt's closed now nnAnd it starts to look unlikely nAs people leave around me nnHelen King wrote a letter to me nSent May 19th, the day of my birthday nFrom a desk in a library in some far off country nI'm a roving artist now. It's alright, it's okay nnIt said there's no magic left in crystal balls nI'm not sure there ever was at all nBut listen, what will happen, the favourite question nIs best left for the last line of the poem nnAnd it starts to look unlikely nAs people leave around me nnFashionistas, we don't need you nFashionistas, we don't need you nFashionistas, we don't need you nFashionistas, we don't need you nFashionistas, we don't need you nFashionistas, we don't need you nFashionistas, we don't need you nFashionistas, we don't need you