Fake Tales Of San Francisco
Arctic Monkeys / Arctic Monkeys Lyrics

Fake tales of San Francisco
People are spreading false stories about San Francisco

Echo through the room
These stories are being repeated by others in the room

More point to a wedding disco
The scene is like a wedding reception rather than a cool concert

Without a bride or groom
There is no real reason for people to be here

And there's a super cool band, yeah
There's a band playing at the event

With their trilbies and their glasses of white wine
The band members are dressed up and drinking fancy wine

And all the weekend rock stars are in the toilet
People pretending to be rock stars are practicing in the bathroom

Practicing their lines
They are rehearsing what they will say to be cool

I don't want to hear you
The singer doesn't want to hear the false stories anymore

(Kick me out, kick me out)
The singer asks to be kicked out to avoid hearing more stories

And as the microphone squeaks
The microphone makes a loud noise

A young girl's telephone beeps
A girl's phone rings and interrupts the concert

Yeah, she's dashing for the exit
The girl is running to leave

Oh, she's running to the streets outside
She wants to escape the boring and disappointing event

"Oh, you've saved me," she screams down the line
The girl is relieved to talk to someone and shares her disappointment

"The band were fucking wank
She thought the band was terrible

And I'm not having a nice time"
She's having a bad time at the event

Yeah, but his bird said it's amazing, though
Someone else in the room says his girlfriend thinks the event is great

So all that's left
The only thing positive is

Is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf
People can love something that is not good or enjoyable

He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar
Someone is talking about San Francisco but they're really from a not-as-cool place called Hunter's Bar

I don't quite know the distance
The singer isn't certain of the distance between the two places

But I'm sure that's far
The singer assumes it's a long way away

Yeah I'm sure it's pretty far
The singer reiterates that it's definitely far away

And yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem
The singer wants to share their own problems

You're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham
But the person they're talking to is not even from a cool place like New York, they're from a small town

So get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook
The singer tells others to stop pretending to be cool and following trends

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
The singer emphasizes their point

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
The singer repeats their message to drive it home

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
The singer again urges people to stop following trends and trying to be cool

Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook
The singer emphasizes this message one final time