Soundtrack for the birthday drinking post

For the full experience of the “A Man Turns 34” post below, you really should have this song playing in the background. It’s the best thing the Fruvous guys ever wrote (although I think the version on the tape was slightly better than this one from Bargainville).

Moxy Früvous – The Drinking Song

The Drinking Song

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurredThese lyrics come from the band’s site, so presumably they’re correct. Still, I prefer to think of this as “senses finely blurred”. It’s more a decadent, chosen, self-destruction.

He was a rock, to the end, a solid reminder
Couldn’t deny a friend
We lived in the noise and the sweet amber poison
Peekin’ up the skirt of the end

And we’d drink, two gnarly dudes and some records
Much like plates of black food
We filled up our faces, saw some far places
Stood on the roof in the nude

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred

Between poles, he said “We’re like cows in the grass”
Brushing off flies
Chaise lounging around, standing up, falling down
Till we no longer opened our eyes

And we’d drink, ever notice how drinking’s like war?
Cup o’ troops o’er the gums
To the end of our health, a campaign ‘gainst myself
Armed with bourbons and scotches and rums

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred

Think of bombs, we’re poised on the edge of disaster
Whether it’s right or it’s wrong
We opened the window, played some Nintendo
Sang a few bars of some pretty old song:

Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I’ll see you in my dreams

Oh to dream, those impotent bones of extinction
Flying graceful and free
None but the best ’cause the man cannot rest
Till he’s finally beaten his me

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred

Till the end, he passed out on the sundeck that morning
Quietly saying goodbye
But I was so hammered I sputtered and stammered
Told him he couldn’t just die

He was a rock, went straight for his own Armageddon
Face froze in a grin
Ambulance flyin’ in, I never drank again
Can’t really call that a loss or a win

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred