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Well, I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it
'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do
I'll start to spend my money, callin' everybody, honey
And wind up singin' the blues
I'll spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck
Brother I can name you a few
Well, I have gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it
'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do
I gotta get drunk, I can't stay sober
There's a lot of good people in town
That'd like to hear me holler, see me spend my dollars
And I wouldn't think of lettin' 'em down
There's a lot of doctors that tell me
That I'd better start slowing it down
But there's more old drunks than there are old doctors
So I guess we better have another round
Now I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it
'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do
I'll start to spend my money, callin' everybody, honey
And wind up singin' the blues
I'll spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck
Brother I can name you a few
Well, I have gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it
'Cause I know I just what I'm gonna do
@will
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Written in the 70s, not released until 1982, this song holds up. It’s devastatingly sad, and impossibly beautiful.
Good morning, my darling, I'm telling you this To let you know that I'm sorry you're sick Though, tears of sorrow won't do you no good I'd be your doctor if only I could
What do want from the liquor store? Something sour or something sweet? I'll buy you all that your belly can hold You can be sure you won't suffer no more
I'd swim the ocean or the deepest canal To get to you, darling, just to make you well There's no place on Earth I wouldn't hasten to go To cool the fever, this I want you to know
What do want from the liquor store? Something sour or something sweet? I'll buy you all that your belly can hold You can be sure you won't suffer no more
Good morning, my darling, I'm telling you this To let you know that I'm sorry you're sick Though, tears of sorrow won't do you no good I'd be your doctor if only I could
What do want from the liquor store? Something sour or something sweet? I'll buy you all that your belly can hold You can be sure you won't suffer no more
I'd swim the ocean or the deepest canal To get to you, darling, just to make you well There's no place on Earth I wouldn't hasten to go To cool the fever, this I want you to know
What do want from the liquor store? Something sour or something sweet? I'll buy you all that your belly can hold You can be sure you won't suffer no more
Feb 18, 2024
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i could make a career of being blue / i could dress in black and read Camus / smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth / like i was 17, that would be a scream / but i don't wanna get over you
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😃I LEARN TO WORK
THE SAXOPHONE I-I PLAY JUST WHAT I FEEL
DRINK SCOTCH WHISKEY ALL NIGHT LONG
AND DIIIIE BEHIIIND THE WHEEL
THEY GOT A NAME FOR THE WINNERS IN THE WORLD
I-I WANT A NAME WHEN I LOSE
THEY CALL ALABAMA THE CRIMSON TIDE
CAAAALLL ME DEACON BLUES
THE SAXOPHONE I-I PLAY JUST WHAT I FEEL
DRINK SCOTCH WHISKEY ALL NIGHT LONG
AND DIIIIE BEHIIIND THE WHEEL
THEY GOT A NAME FOR THE WINNERS IN THE WORLD
I-I WANT A NAME WHEN I LOSE
THEY CALL ALABAMA THE CRIMSON TIDE
CAAAALLL ME DEACON BLUES
Apr 5, 2024
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😃School made us think reading is a holy act. It is not. Its just something to do. Like watching a movie or sports. You aren’t going to be tested by anyone. Read high. Read drunk. Read 2 pages. Read half awake. Remember nothing or just some of it. It really doesn’t matter
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⭐I feel like growing up every band or musician besides super huge pop stars was just normal looking. Not weird in a cool way and not perfectly curated. Just actually weird or actually normal. I miss that. Everyone is too hot now. To quote Silver Jews,
"What's with all the handsome grandsons In these rock band magazines? What have they done with the fat ones? The bald and the goateed?"
We need more normals in music.
"What's with all the handsome grandsons In these rock band magazines? What have they done with the fat ones? The bald and the goateed?"
We need more normals in music.