White lips, pale face
Breathing in the snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light’s gone, days end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men
And they say
She’s in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately, her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we’re just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don’t wanna go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland
Or sells love to another man
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim, stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
This song is so omnipresent but I wonder how many have really read/listened to the lyrics. Otis Redding is one of my all time favorites and he had a sad story. This wasn’t ever one of my favorite songs just because it was the “obvious” OR song, but at some point I really heard it and I could recognize the depression and stuck feeling and I’d hear it in my head when I was in a dark place. I moved across the country to just sit by myself and drink and be miserable.
The Dock of the Bay
Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch ‘em roll away again, yeah
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the Frisco Bay
‘Cause I’ve had nothin’ to live for
It look like nothin’s gonna come my way
So I’m just gon’ sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay, wastin’ time
Look like nothin’s gonna change
Everything, still remains the same
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I’ll remain the same, yes
Sittin’ here restin’ my bones
And this loneliness won’t leave me alone, listen
Two thousand miles, I roam
Just to make this dock my home
Now I’m just gon’ sit, at the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh yeah
Sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time
So there’s a Christian worship song called “Living Hope” by Phil Wickham. In it, there’s this line: you have broken every chain.” Man… brings tears every time because it’s so true in my life. The chain of alcoholism has been broken forever and I’m so grateful.
Still falling, breathless and on again Inside today, beside me today Around, broken in two Till your eyes shed into dust Like two strangers turning into dust Till my hand shook with the weight of fear
I could possibly be fading Or have something more to gain I could feel myself growing colder I could feel myself under your fate Under your fate
It was you, breathless and torn I could feel my eyes turning into dust And two strangers turning into dust Turning into dust
I’m a massive smiths fan so every song has a place in my life. But even at 14 in 1984 the first time I listened to this I knew it would be a part of my life forever x
Yeah, I’m through with sleeping on the sidewalk No more beating my brains No more beating my brains With the liquor and drugs With the liquor and drugs
