Sunday, October 19, 2008

Crooked Fingers

I'm lazy, so other people will now speak for me, hence the brilliant lyrics of Eric Bachman and his band Crooked Fingers

hours slide by half forgotten/night turns black cause it's rotten

we slide right to the bottle/ our tongues made out of cotton

eyes sealed shut in a slumber/ till we hear someone mumble

could you spare from the tumbler/ a new drink for the old drunk
one of the most heartbraking and scathing songs ever written about the lives of alcoholics.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

sounds like my kinda band