Robert Forster - "Breakfast On The Train"

"Take "Breakfast On The Train”, among the most involving songs this storied chronicler of the heart has ever penned. Beginning with just his guitar and laconic drawl, Forster spins out the tale of a night of loud hotel sex into a poignant epic – funny, dry, full of detail, told in retrospect over nearly eight elegant minutes as other musicians swell surreptitiously around him. Aristotelian unities are at play – one night, plus breakfast; various locations in Edinburgh, selective contexts, nothing extraneous. “Fuck!” exclaims one of the lovers in the morning, a rare instance of earthy language in Forster’s catalogue, in sharp contrast to all Forster’s word choices throughout. It all ends on the 9.04 train. “Love can be a winning game,” muses the all-seeing narrator; who sounds as surprised as Forster’s veteran listeners at this glad turn of events. We never do find out the result of the 'rugby game in town' which, alongside the weather, plays as out as a subplot to the song’s action". (ver também aqui)