Barkeep
Another mekong please
Yes of course, you can keep the change
A new glass here for this new friend of mine
Forgive me, I’ve forgot your name
Flip a coinWhat shall we talk about
Heads I tell the truth
Tails I lie
I came all the way
From taipai today
Now bangkok’s pouring rain
And I’m going blind again
And I ain’t seen my girl
In fifteen thousand miles
Is it trueIt’s always happy hour here
If it is I’d like to stay a while
And as cliche as it sounds
I’d like to raise another round
And if you bottles empty
Help yourself to mine
Thank you for your time
And here’s to life
Barkeep
We need to go around again
One for me and what’s his name
My new best friend
Deal me in
And I’ll pick my cards up off the floor
I’ll see my lucky coin
And raise a pack of lies
Smile to the girl at the door
Another 4 dollar whore
But don’t look her in the eyes
She’ll break your heart
We came all the way
From taipai today
Now bangkok’s pissin’ rain
And we’re going blind again
And I ain’t seen my girlIn fifteen thousand miles
Is it trueIt’s always happy hour here
If it is I’d like to stay a while
And as cliche as it sounds
I’d like to raise another round
And if you bottles empty
Help yourself to mine
Thank you for your time
And here’s to life
Is it trueIt’s always happy hour here
If it is I’d like to stay a while
And as cliche as it sounds
I’d like to raise another round
And if you bottles empty
Help yourself to mine
Thank you for your time
And here’s to life
The Refreshments-Mekong
Aguess you could call this my flavor of the week, but I have come back to this song often. It seems to be able to steady me. Well atleast support me as I have a rum and coke. Aguess my question is, is it better to be a filthy drunk living on the streets or a suicidal bum living in a home? And here is the hardest part to grasp, I mean this all in the mind... I am not going to be living on the streets of Lethbridge or any street except for the ones in my mind. Another way of putting it is, is it better to live in the past as an observer, or in the present as one who doesn't REALLY care if he lives?
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Thank you... I am not suicidal, and nor will I ever be, because of a promise made, but that is for another time. What I am, and what I mean by this blog, was that I am not doing the things to KEEP me alive, cuase I really don't care. And though it does have to do with my heart bring broken, it also has to do with all of life's little stresses. But perhaps you are right.. Perhaps it will pass.
I know, or I think I know the reason you feel the way you do, my question is would he really want you to be unhappy and... Well for a lack of a better word, BLUH, alla the time? Or would hae he wanted you to find something or someone to make you happy again? I know that if I died today, I would want my girl to move one and complete her life. But in a way I still am that innocent naieve kid.
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