Unfriendly Skies

Loudon Wainwright III

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Well I wonder how Susie is doing            At the airport in old Durango             Does Susie still work for the airlines      I pray one day they let that bitch go               Susie’s a big deal at the airlines     The Durango airport’s pretty small             She checks in and tags        And handles some baggage       You could say that sue does it all                    You could say that bitch sue does it all                I flew into Durango from Denver             Where I ground checked my martin guitar   Susie took it off of that aircraft          threw it on top a luggage car                       from the airplane there on the runway through the window I witnessed it all          my axe hit the tarmac         I swear I heard the crack      That old dreadnaught took a dreadful fall             My guitar took a terrible fall                          Chorus: So inside I showed Susie the damage Caused by her negligent misdeed    She denied that it even happened   Innocent was how Susie did plead             Well I implied that she was a liar             That’s when Susie made up her sick mind                   Hell surely don’t have     That bitch susie’s wrath     She was gonna my kick my ass big time                           That bitch would kick my ass big time               Kick it- solo Kick it again- solo The next day I went back to the airport My old six string held together with tape Susie was on duty that morning     From that cold bitch I could not escape      She said you can’t take your guitar to Texas   Because its in a soft leather case                        Either leave it behind     Or a hard case go find       I swear Sue had a smile on her face                             That bitch had a smile on her face                  Then she showed me a rule in a rulebook     Some bs made up by the faa                I had to leave my guitar in Durango         Have it fed-exed back to LA                         I borrowed an axe down in Austin       But I swore I would right susie’s wrong        Lawyers aint cheap            Im no litigious creep          So instead I wrote Susie a song                       I wrote that bitch Susie a song                         Chorus: Now I think of myself as a nice guy Usually I’m polite never rude     Course the bitch’s name isn’t Susie Cause I don’t want to get my ass sued        But I wonder how Angela’s doing                That’s something I’d sure like to know                    Is Angie still there       With her pony tailed hair    At the airport in old Durango                                   At the airport in old Durango                      

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Dans cette chanson, un homme se remémore son expérience à l'aéroport de Durango, où il s'inquiète de la manière dont une employée, Susie, gère les bagages. Il dépeint une mésaventure où sa guitare est endommagée par négligence, ce qui le met en colère. Sa frustration grandit lorsqu’il réalise qu’elle nie toute responsabilité. Avec une touche d’humour, il finit par composer une chanson à propos de Susie, tout en changeant son nom pour éviter des ennuis légaux. Le contexte de la chanson évoque la vie quotidienne dans un aéroport, mêlant des moments de stress liés aux voyages et les interactions parfois tendues avec le personnel. Les relations humaines, même dans des situations anodines, peuvent générer des conflits inattendus.