Home for a Rest
Great Big Sea 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

CHORUS:
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 dykes through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled

- CHORUS -

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
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 now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head 'till the the twelve bells at 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

The song "Home For a Rest" by Great Big Sea is a nostalgic anthem for anyone who's ever traveled away from home and gotten homesick. The lyrics tell the story of a group of friends who've been on vacation in London for a month and have spent most of their time drinking in bars. The singer, who's clearly been drinking heavily, is so homesick that they're desperate to go back home, even though they know they'll miss the excitement of their trip.


The first verse sets the tone for the song, with the singer apologizing for not being at their best and saying that they're sick from the drink. The chorus repeats the sentiment, saying that these so-called vacations will soon be their death, and that they need to go home for a rest. The second verse describes the train journey north from London, where the passengers are thrown into spontaneous dancing as the train jiggles and reels. The third verse introduces a woman who teases and flirts with the group before walking them home, and the final verse describes the damp and ghostly atmosphere of their house when they finally return.


Overall, the song captures the bittersweet feeling of being far away from home and wanting to go back, even though part of you doesn't want to leave the excitement behind. It's an anthem for anyone who's ever stayed out too late or had one drink too many, and it's a reminder that sometimes all you really need is to go back home and rest.


Line by Line Meaning

You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I apologize for not being myself


I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
I've been away for too long and drinking too much


These so-called vacations will soon be my death
My excessive drinking will have dire consequences


I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.
My body is suffering and I need to go home to recuperate


We arrived in December and London was cold
We arrived in the cold month of December in London


We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We spent most of our time in bars along Charing Cross Road


We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
All we saw were the fixtures and fittings of the bars


Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats
We polished the bars with our coat sleeves


Euston Station the train journey North
We took a train journey north from Euston Station


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


Past old crooked dykes through Yorkshire's green fields
We traveled through Yorkshire's countryside


We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled
The train's movements made us dance uncontrollably


By the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streets
A woman would walk through the streets at night


A rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet
She had a unique and enticing fragrance


She'd tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed down
She would tease and flirt with us as the pubs closed


Then walk us on home and deny us a round
She would walk us home but wouldn't buy us drinks


The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The gas heater is out of fuel and the room is humid


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


I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
I'm exhausted and need sleep


And don't lift up my head 'till the the twelve bells at noon
Don't wake me up until noon




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@wornoutwrench8128

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:

@waivedwench

A surefire way to find out if there are any Canadians around. Play this and see who goes crazy at the first few notes!!

@92ShadowCat

waivedwench It's very true!

@chrisb6887

YUP!

@ClandestineSnowman

+waivedwench Or see who partners up for a slow dance only to be like "wtf is happening?" almost immediately.

@waivedwench

+RandomBattleXP :D

@Textey

+waivedwench hey man we can't help ourselves we love this song, especially if we've been drinking

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@wallytube

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

@Rob-kf3gx

@@choobooloo1 blows my mind.

@jeanw9892

@@Rob-kf3gx 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!

@KlaxontheImpailr

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

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