The Disease – Alcoholism is Pure Evil

Alcoholism is pure evil.  Many talented musicians I play with wash their talent away with booze.   For many getting and staying drunk is the reason they play music.  Most of the places my friends and I play are sports bars or crappy bars where everyone is blasted and couldn’t listen or have a coherent conversation if they wanted.

Still, songs about addiction and written by addicts are usually pretty powerful  No where to hide.   “Hurt” by Trent Reznor via J. Cash is the best example.  “I Am Not and Addict” is also good.

Here are a couple of booze driven lyrics, just came across today.

1.  Hollywood Undead – Pour Me Lyrics belowhttp://youtu.be/BUjbADGh7JU
2.  Carrie Underwood “Blown Away” – http://youtu.be/pJgoHgpsb9I

Pour me, pour me, pour me another,
It holds me, holds me,
Like no other,
One more drink, then I swear that I’m going home,
Truth is, I don’t really have a place to go,
So pour me, pour me, pour me another.

I wake up right about the mid-afternoon,
With the sun in the sky but night’s coming soon,
And I walk to the mirror just to fix myself,
Yeah life gets harder when you love nothing else,
So I pick my pills from the counter drawer,
Pick my self-esteem up off the fucking floor,
I guess I’m a man of no recourse,
As I crack another bottle, got no remorse,
And I’ll say a little prayer for the child in me,
I swear I used to be what I truly believe,
That I’m not just a man with these broken dreams,
That even I could go to heaven,
If I part the seas
So…

Chorus

People get sickened to watch you bleed,
When you fell from the top, boy you better believe,
At the bottom, they got just, yeah, just what you need,
Well at the bottom, you can’t swim ’cause you drank up the sea,
Then we stop and we look up to the sky,
They don’t ask any questions, they ask us why?
Don’t have any answers, don’t know what to say,
Our knees are getting tired,
Too tired to pray,
That’s when we laid down the end of the road,
We all seem to walk and I guess I walked it alone,
And I’m not just a man with these broken dreams,
Even I could go to heaven,
If I part the sea

Chorus

Time just seems to go on and on,
On and on,
And on and on,
Life inside a bottle all alone,
All alone,
The bottles gone,

[J3T:]
I’m not just a man with these broken dreams,
Even I could go to heaven,
If I part the sea
[Danny:]
What’s life inside a bottle if it’s gone?
[J3T:]
One more song and I’m finally free,
I’ll meet you here in heaven, between the sea,
‘Cause I’m not just a man with these broken dreams,
Even I could go to heaven,
If I part the sea
So…

Chorus

Pour me, pour me, pour me, pour me,
Pour me another,
Pour me, pour me, pour me, pour me,
Pour me another.

Carrie Underwood  “Blown Away”

Dry lightning cracks across the skies
Those storm clouds gather in her eyes
Her daddy was a mean old mister
Mama was an angel in the ground
The weather man called for a twister
She prayed blow it down

There’s not enough rain in Oklahoma
To wash the sins out of that house
There’s not enough wind in Oklahoma
To rip the nails out of the past

[Chorus:]
Shatter every window ’til it’s all blown away,
Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away
’til there’s nothing left standing,
Nothing left of yesterday
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,
Blown away

She heard those sirens screaming out
Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch
She locked herself in the cellar
Listened to the screaming of the wind
Some people called it taking shelter
She called it sweet revenge

[Chorus:]
Shatter every window ’til it’s all blown away,
Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away
’til there’s nothing left standing,
Nothing left of yesterday
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,
Blown away

There’s not enough rain in Oklahoma
To wash the sins out of that house
There’s not enough wind in Oklahoma
To rip the nails out of the past

Shatter every window ’til it’s all blown away (blown away)
Every brick, every board, every slamming door blown away (blown away)
’til there’s nothing left standing,
Nothing left of yesterday (blown away)
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away,

Blown away, blown away, blown away, blown away

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