Siamese Couplets - The Guild League

The international language of smiles

Sticky spilled cola makes its way down the aisles

The bus driver steers like he’s trying to surprise us

Elephant beers come in two different sizes

Uniform-starched stewardess on the coaches

Army ants march and the jungle encroaches

Tickets are touted as the rubber rots

Stricken live chickens travelling in a box

Gecko-green treasures on the vertical tiles

My minutes are measured in nautical miles

Ferang-fed monkeys boldly approach

Stop at the market for barbecued cockroach

Step from the airport — smack, the heat hits you

«Beautiful ladies in here, mister, mister!»

The air in Bangkok is brown like a stain

And the whole town stops for falling rain

I love a liquid horizon

Sun low enough to keep your eyes on

So much to say, we could sit on the sand

With spice in our bellies and ice in our hands

I love a liquid horizon

Sun low enough to keep your eyes on

So much to say, we could sit on the sand

Spice in our bellies and ice in our hands

Everyone talks at you, down in the south

Never bring the fork up to your mouth

The broken-tailed cat always knows where the fish go

Dodgems in Trat look and sound like a disco

An elephant’s trunk sniffs the blood on its head

An old orange monk lights up a winfield red

Cambodia to Myanmar, Laos to Malaysia

Welcome to the centre of south-east Asia

I love a liquid horizon

Sun low enough to keep your eyes on

So much to say, we could sit on the sand

Spice in our bellies and ice in our hands

I love a liquid horizon

Sun low enough to keep your eyes on

So much to say, we could sit on the sand

Spice in our bellies and ice in our hands

I love a liquid horizon, I love a liquid horizon

I love a liquid horizon, I love a liquid horizon