Song Description
Midtempo folk-rock, with great accordion. A heavy drinker at a bar, missing a love.
| Song Length |
2:25 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock, Country - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant, Distressed |
Subject |
Alchohol, Beer, Wine, Addiction |
| Similar Artists |
The Band, Neil Young |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1970 - 1979 |
| |
Lyrics
Well, I've had a pleasant stay here with the inmates
At the wild water-hole, where the Burgundy's cut-rate
But every week or so, I take something that sends me
And I sing a tuneless song in the name of your memory.
I've got a medicated mind
And my memory unwinds
My tired eyes are blind
As the night goes by.
Well, I'd have another glass but I can't find the purpose.
Every time I drown my sorrows, they rise to the surface
And the words I'm shouting louare confusing and random,
But if you're hearing the tone of my voice, you'll soon understand them.
I've got a medicated mind
And my memory unwinds
My tired eyes are blind
As the night goes by.
When you start to sing in the choir of primates
Remember my face and my hands and the thump of my heart-rate.
When the world's talking loud and you're tired of listening,
Bring to mind how I screech and I whine and your thoughts will start glistening.
I've got a medicated mind
And my memory unwinds
My tired eyes are blind
As the night goes by.