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Drunk and Fucked Up (Lyric) by wilco
I think you've had too much to drink. Stumbling closer to the brink. Everyone is watching now. Everyone is gathered 'round. Maybe when they turn their heads, I can take you home to bed. Shake the spiders from my mind and let it eat me up inside. Another late night serenade to all the bad choices we've made. You'll figure it all out sometime soon. I already have but I just don't care Because baby, I'm drunk and fucked up too. Somewhere somethings out of tune and the auroras coming soon. Take a walk down the dark end of the street until we both admit defeat. Smoke a last-chance cigarette, and make another stupid bet. Another desperate attempt to find another line and let it ride. Another late night serenade to all the bad choices we've made. You'll figure it all out sometime soon. I already have but I just don't care Because baby, I'm drunk and fucked up too.

Up the ladder: Being
Down the ladder: Through DUSK till DAWN

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.928571
Weighted score: 6.923803
Overall Rank: 197
Posted: June 21, 2004 3:24 PM PDT; Last modified: June 21, 2004 3:24 PM PDT
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Comments:
[8] Shuushin @ 207.5.211.177 | 21-Jun-04/5:57 PM | Reply
great hook with seranade

I don't like the verb agreement here:
"Shake the spiders from my mind
and let it eat me up inside."

I know that you could mean "it" is something else, but its not intuitive - save the trouble of deciphering and make the quantities agree, imho.
[8] Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199 | 22-Jun-04/5:42 AM | Reply
Fucktard.
[8] Stephen Robins @ 213.146.148.199 | 22-Jun-04/5:50 AM | Reply
You are a heavily soiled crapnappy.
[9] Dovina @ 24.52.157.176 | 22-Jun-04/8:08 AM | Reply
This sounds and feels singable and sad. I can hear it late in a smoky Tennessee bar, a guitar man strumming, and me thinking of all the bad times. Hit me with another chorus Wil.
[9] Dan garcia-Black @ 66.159.232.44 | 22-Jun-04/8:35 AM | Reply
Resonates.
last chance cigarette
drunk & fucked up (two different states of being?)
Yeah.
[9] god'swife @ 4.232.210.180 | 28-Jun-04/11:11 AM | Reply
The 'it' in the the second verse, what is 'it'? There's no correlation. I particulary like the aurora & the cigarettes.
[8] Bachus @ 24.130.62.63 | 13-Sep-04/6:40 PM | Reply
Decent
[5] fevriere @ 62.254.128.6 | 15-Sep-04/9:18 AM | Reply
Lyrically, call Ryan Adams. But poetically, I think it's lacking. Maybe I just subconsciously reject the use of the word "baby" in its slang context in a work of poesy. Hm.
[8] AM I EVIL? @ 24.71.61.94 | 18-Sep-04/11:26 AM | Reply
i think it was great could be a great song
[10] RION12 @ 64.136.26.226 | 25-Sep-04/3:59 PM | Reply
That was the best poem I read today and forever. You got so much talent.
[2] conny lingers @ 0:0:0:0:0:0:0:1 | 2-Feb-21/9:28 AM | Reply
Not too bad
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