Well, for those of you who don't know me that well, I'm an aspiring songwriter. I don't know what it is, the idea will pop into my head, words will flow, and a song emerges. Some of the songs can be really good, at least according to friends and family.
Well, tonight I had a whole bunch of people over for dinner, and after they left, these words just popped into my head. Now all of you amateur (or even professional, damned though you may well be) psychologists out there, don't try to read anything into this. It's just a song.
100-Proof of Forget-It-All
Well it’s too late for conversation
Too early to go home
Too late to shoot a game of pool
Guess I sit here all alone
Got a bottle in front of me
To help me forget the pain
I’ll get so drunk that I can’t see
Maybe even forget your name
Chorus
Well it’s 100-proof of forget-it-all
I’ve got here in my hand
Sometimes when it gets too hard
It helps me to understand
How a woman could just walk away
Leave me here to cry
It takes 100-proof of forget-it-all
Just to help me get by.
No, I really don’t want to dance
Don’t care to two-step or waltz.
It’s just too soon for another chance
Scared of running into a wall.
Now this bottle in front of me
Is the one thing I can count on
Too erase every memory
Make it easy to be strong
Chorus
Well it’s 100-proof of forget-it-all
I’ve got here in my hand
Sometimes when it gets too hard
It helps me to understand
How a woman could just walk away
Leave me here to cry
It takes 100-proof of forget-it-all
Just to help me get by.
Let me know what you think. Also, if you ever hear it on the radio, let me know. We'll split the royalties....
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4 comments:
Ooops. Your Fruedian slip is showing.
Freud was gay... I mean, he always talked about penises and all.
Which is why he wore a slip... f'ing crossdresser.
You obviously have way too much time on your hand to post 3 times in one evening.
Chatty Cathy you are!!
damn leroy you have posted more that i for once!
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