First drink of the evening fill me up, fill me up Slavin’ in the cold from the dawn til’ the dusk Behind a hollow grin is where a tired soul is found So when your glass is full drink it down, drink it down
I’ll have another lager fill me up, fill me up One or five or thirty pints, there never are enough Take a drink and pass it down and buy another round The glasses are a clankin’ drink em down, drink em down
I’ll have another cider fill me up, fill me up One or five or thirty pints, there never are enough Take a drink and pass it down and buy another round The glasses are a clankin’ drink em down, drink em down
I’ll have another vodka fill me up, fill me up Just give me the bottle cuz the shots are not enough I am a thirsty heathen from a dirty dying town Chanting up the owsla drink em down, drink em down
Last call of the evening fill me up, fill me up We’re running out of time cuz there never is enough Take a drink and slam it down before you hit the ground The glasses are a breakin’ drink em down, drink em down
The harmonizing though and instrumentals….kind gives me chills even though this song is about basically drinking all day erday
This is a love song to the rubble we’ve been building, and to everything broken, or breaking, or falling apart, like we are. And well I don’t think that it’s ever gonna end, the way things devour each other again and again.
Tell me how could you compromise yourself like this Tell me how can you blame anyone else When you aren’t really committed Tell me where was your head When you broke that promise to yourself The one where you don’t forget Every life lesson that happened before your eyes So you don’t wake up to regret she’s gone years away
“More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn’t want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.”—Paula McLain, The Paris Wife (via fathomage)
so call me girl then, I know I’m more oh call me baby sweetie honey
darlin, call me what you will, I know I’ll stomp those expectations without thought
I fell on over I fell right in you caught my ankle with your shin and I went tumbling into the rubble for which we had never found a name I grabbed you by your pride and pulled you towards me there we lay in sin.