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Home for a Rest
Spirit of the West Lyrics


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You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest

We arrived in December and London was cold
We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left
And these so called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home

Euston Station, the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past old crooked dikes, through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left
And these so called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home

By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets
A rare old perfume so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home

The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head 'til the twelve bells of noon

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
And these so called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
Take me home

Overall Meaning

Spirit of the West's hit song "Home for a Rest" is a lively tune that is famous for capturing the experiences of revelers who go to great lengths to enjoy themselves. The lyrics are about a person who has been on a vacation that has revolved around alcohol and is now ready to go home because they are so sick from drinking. The song's melancholic tone has been interpreted as a reflection of the singer's regret for the time wasted drinking instead of appreciating the vacation.


The first verse describes the trip to London, where they stayed for a month, drinking themselves into a stupor in various bars on Charing Cross Road. The second verse talks about their journey back home, with the train lurching back and forth, and the singer feeling sick from the alcohol. The third verse describes a woman who flirts with the group, leading them through the streets, only to deny them a round at the end of the night.


The song ends with the singer being home, exhausted and ready for bed, with the gas heater empty, and the spirits they drank turned into ghosts in the room. Through its lyrics, the song portrays the effects of excessive drinking and how the singer is tired of the alcohol-fueled vacation and longs to go home.


Line by Line Meaning

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I'm apologizing for my current condition


I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
I've been away for a month and drunk since then


These so called vacations will soon be my death
This type of vacation will be the end of me


I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest
I feel terribly ill from drinking and need to go home to recover


We arrived in December and London was cold
We got to London in December and it was freezing


We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We hung out in the bars on Charing Cross Road


We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
All we saw were brass taps and oak bars


Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats
We maintained the shine on the bar using our coat sleeves


Euston Station, the train journey north
We headed north from Euston Station by train


In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
We swayed back and forth in the train's buffet car


Past old crooked dikes, through Yorkshire's green fields
We passed through Yorkshire's beautiful countryside with its old crooked ditches and green fields


We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled
The movement of the train made us dance and sway


By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets
She would wander through the streets by moonlight


A rare old perfume so seductive and sweet
Her perfume was uncommonly sweet and alluring


She'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed down
She would playfully tease and flirt with us as the pubs closed for the night


Then walk us on home and deny us a round
She would walk us home and not let us stop for another drink


The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The gas heater is out and the place is damp and musty


The spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room
The alcohol we had is now just a memory


I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
I'm exhausted once more, hoping sleep comes soon


And don't lift up my head 'til the twelve bells of noon
Please don't wake me up until noon




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Geoffrey Kelly, John Fraser Mann

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Darius

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest

We arrived in December, and London was cold
We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothing but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest

Take me home!

Euston Station, the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past old crooked dikes through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest

Take me home!

By the light of the moon she'd drift through the streets
Her rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest

Take me home!

The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank are now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep, take me soon
And don't lift up my head till the twelve bells of noon

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest

Take me home!



Wornout Wrench

I was at a music festival up on Haida Gwaii 20 plus years ago.
Spirit of the West was the headliner.
Outside concert at night.
The concert started and John walked up to the mic and said "We flew 500 miles to be here tonight, you guys can come up a bit closer to the stage."
The whole crowd surged forward.


What a great concert it was.
The local hippies were set up beside the stage keeping time on the drums, at one time there was a bit of a duel going on between the band and the hippies
People were dancing everywhere.
The grass in front of the stage turned into a mud pit but the people just kept going.


It was a hell of a night.
Thank you SOTW and thank you especially to John.
Rest in peace. Your home now.



All comments from YouTube:

Noah Wallace

The best Irish song, by a Canadian band, about a trip to England

Eric Southard

Throw some Americans in there and you have a party! 😂

Jean W

@Rob I just heard this on the radio this morning . Had never heard it before and had to check it out. So different and quite good!

Rob

@Speaking Moistly blows my mind.

Speaking Moistly

West coast too.

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potn586

As an American… 25 fyears ago I found myself at a very “techno” kinda club in Toronto.
Lights came on.
This song came on.
One of the best memories of my life.
The whole techno club went arm in arm and danced to this.
Lights coming on… full volume… people starting to go home… but the “last to leave” group all sang this out. We (ex g/f and I) had never heard it… but the crowd pulled us in, arms around shoulders fed us the lyrics. It was amazing. And it’s now. 25 years later… my end of the night song

Lauren

I’m in Scotland - recently, I went to the wedding of a Scotswoman to a Canadian guy. This song came on and the Canadian crowd went absolutely bananas!! It was so fun to watch lol. Cool song!

Christopher Merlot

Bet that was a hellava wedding!

Lauren

@Cryptameria• it truly was something special! Happy new year!! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🇨🇦❤️

Jan Paige

And you should see the Canadians here when it comes on. Depending on how late in the evening it’s played, we are sometimes forced to seek shelter from flying beer.

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