We drink to get drunk get strobe light seizure
wake up in the morning with some glandular fever
Shoulda stopped drinking when I lost my vision
now my mouth taste like some bad decisions
What the fuck is on my neck I must be seeing things
and why the hell did I wear heels now my feet stings
My head is feckin pounding and I'm dehydrated
I think I met the fella that I've always hated
(Chorus)
Drink to get drunk, drink to get drunk
Drink to get drunk,drink to get drunk
We drink to get drunk Drink to get drunk
Drink to the, drink to the,drink to the, drink to the..
Fake ID and an Ali bye can do this legally in two years time
probably not as fun as being under age I'll never grow out of my drinking phase
Dont need no parental guidance I got no car coz I got no license
If you want a little lesson on my drinkin session its all part of being an adolescence.
(Chorus)
Stroll in the door at two in the morning
look form my parents says there is my warning
mams got the wooden spoon all nice a ready
my dads got the gun he's holding it steady
Quick like a bullit out through the front door
look from my dad says I should have worn more
thats the price you have to pay
if you want to live a life like me.
(Chorus)
stay out all night to see our names in the stars
dancing with the girls and drinking at the bars
teenage years are full of craic
but if I had to rate it out of ten
well lets just say if I was asked
I'd do it all again!
Drink to get drunk! x4
Drink to the!
Drink to the!
Drink to the!
Drink to the.....DRUNK!
Monday 29 December 2014
I live with only your legacy : Introduction
I'll never forget the day I died. Define death? When you lose your last breath, when your soul and body split?
My final breath was drawn on a winter afternoon on Patricks street, Cork 1919. The air was cold and unforgiving for those unfortunates that lay in rags begging. I felt sorry for them, every time I saw a homeless person I always stopped, sat down and had a fag with them. My mother once told me if you give them money they run off and spend it on drink, which coincidentally was why they were there in the first place. So I would sit and have a chat I know if I was in their situation and someone offered me a fag I would be more then delighted. Today I was out of fags and the money in my pocket was to be spent on milk for a cup of tea at home with mam. I spend a lot of my time in her house since John left. The bed was too spacious at home and everything reminded me of him. As I fought my way past the faceless crowds in to O'Mallys shop I was glad of the heat within. Straight to the milk up to the counter a quick in and out job I was in no form for conversation I needed some time to myself my head wasn't right lately. Something caught my eye in the news stand, those eyes I've seen them before. They were the eyes I've woken up to for the past 3 years, the ones that gave me looks of disapproval when I smoked out the window in the bedroom and the ones that filled with tears the last time I saw them.
Define death?
Because every breath I've breathed since that moment has not been as sweet or as rewarding. Whatever soul was attached to my body had left by the time the title reached my curious gaze.
Death is not painful, for me it is the start of me finding my life again. Finding John.
Let me know what ye think should I carry on writing or is a lost cause?
My final breath was drawn on a winter afternoon on Patricks street, Cork 1919. The air was cold and unforgiving for those unfortunates that lay in rags begging. I felt sorry for them, every time I saw a homeless person I always stopped, sat down and had a fag with them. My mother once told me if you give them money they run off and spend it on drink, which coincidentally was why they were there in the first place. So I would sit and have a chat I know if I was in their situation and someone offered me a fag I would be more then delighted. Today I was out of fags and the money in my pocket was to be spent on milk for a cup of tea at home with mam. I spend a lot of my time in her house since John left. The bed was too spacious at home and everything reminded me of him. As I fought my way past the faceless crowds in to O'Mallys shop I was glad of the heat within. Straight to the milk up to the counter a quick in and out job I was in no form for conversation I needed some time to myself my head wasn't right lately. Something caught my eye in the news stand, those eyes I've seen them before. They were the eyes I've woken up to for the past 3 years, the ones that gave me looks of disapproval when I smoked out the window in the bedroom and the ones that filled with tears the last time I saw them.
Define death?
Because every breath I've breathed since that moment has not been as sweet or as rewarding. Whatever soul was attached to my body had left by the time the title reached my curious gaze.
Death is not painful, for me it is the start of me finding my life again. Finding John.
Let me know what ye think should I carry on writing or is a lost cause?
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