From the album Loose Talk - listen now at https://lnk.to/bf-loosetalk Also available on CD, and limited edition vinyl https://bio.to/bryanferry Vocals - Amelia Barratt Piano and keyboards - Bryan Ferry Guitar -Tom Vanstiphout Programming - James Garzke, Maxwell Sterling Bass - Maxwell Sterling Drums - Andy Newmark, Paul Thompson Produced By Bryan Ferry and James Garzke Mixed By James Garzke Mastered By John Webber at Air Studios Recorded At Studio One Olympia Atmos Mixes by Bob Clearmountain at Mix This Filmed and directed by Bryan Ferry and James Garzke Listen to Bryan Ferry: Spotify | https://open.spotify.com/artist/5RNFFojXkPRmlJZIwXeKQC Apple Music | https://music.apple.com/us/artist/bryan-ferry/14139137 Amazon Music | https://music.amazon.co.uk/artists/B001E6ZPOK/bryan-ferry YouTube Music | https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCAgsHTUDQbseazVnDmkQk3g Deezer | https://www.deezer.com/en/artist/4185 Follow Bryan Ferry: Official Website | http://www.bryanferry.com/ Facebook | http://www.facebook.com/bryanferry X/Twitter | https://twitter.com/bryanferry Instagram | https://www.instagram.com/bryanferry_roxymusic TikTok | https://www.tiktok.com/@bryan_ferry #BryanFerry #ameliabarratt #loosetalk LYRICS Phrases that walk over me seem to do so when I want them to the least In a crowded auditorium a voice says Without your tools you are rendered fabulous The curtain’s hanging More compelling than the stage The conductor is a good one I believe The musicians are let out in advance to talk act natural, roam around The stretching of the legs in ties and tailoring A holy quality Chairs fixed to the floor The youngest violinist wears a shirt with a cinched waist Looks out remorsefully from it There won’t be a dry eye tonight says my neighbour spreading out in opera glasses Wielding a programme Impeccably printed Spit falls upon it as she bends the back page around the spine A distant ringing followed me home Mouthpieces Lit curves of the curtain The royal blue curtain imitating velvet The silent drapery with the capacity to fill us You Me Through my eyelids bursts of the performance seem to bloom like a bruise in low light The window’s open I’ve been wide awake The heat of the room now gone My sneakers now washed hang by their laces