{"id":835,"date":"2007-03-20T14:34:42","date_gmt":"2007-03-20T18:34:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/2007\/03\/20\/soundtrack-for-the-birthday-drinking-post\/"},"modified":"2007-03-20T14:34:42","modified_gmt":"2007-03-20T18:34:42","slug":"soundtrack-for-the-birthday-drinking-post","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/2007\/03\/20\/soundtrack-for-the-birthday-drinking-post\/","title":{"rendered":"Soundtrack for the birthday drinking post"},"content":{"rendered":"

For the full experience of the “A Man Turns 34<\/a>” 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<\/a> was slightly better than this one from Bargainville<\/a>).<\/p>\n

Moxy Fr\u00fcvous<\/a> – \"TheThe Drinking Song<\/a><\/p>\n

The Drinking Song<\/strong><\/p>\n

And the band played on<\/a>
\nAs the helicopters whirred
\nDrunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn<\/a>
\nMy 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.<\/footnote><\/p>\n

He was a rock, to the end, a solid reminder
\nCouldn’t deny a friend
\nWe lived in the noise and the sweet amber poison<\/a>
\nPeekin’ up the skirt of the end<\/p>\n

And we’d drink, two gnarly dudes<\/a> and some records
\nMuch like plates of black food<\/a>
\nWe filled up our faces, saw some far places<\/a>
\nStood on the roof in the nude<\/p>\n

And the band played on
\nAs the helicopters whirred
\nDrunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
\nMy senses finally blurred<\/em><\/p>\n

Between poles<\/a>, he said “We’re like cows in the grass<\/a>”
\nBrushing off flies
\nChaise lounging around,<\/a> standing up, falling down<\/a>
\nTill we no longer opened our eyes<\/p>\n

And we’d drink, ever notice how drinking’s like war<\/a>?
\nCup o’ troops o’er the gums
\nTo the end of our health<\/a>, a campaign ‘gainst myself
\nArmed with bourbons and scotches and rums<\/p>\n

And the band played on
\nAs the helicopters whirred
\nDrunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
\nMy senses finally blurred<\/em><\/p>\n

Think of bombs<\/a>, we’re poised on the edge of disaster<\/a>
\nWhether it’s right or it’s wrong<\/a>
\nWe opened the window, played some Nintendo<\/a>
\nSang a few bars of some pretty old song:<\/p>\n

Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
\nGoodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
\nI’ll see you in my dreams<\/a><\/p>\n

Oh to dream<\/a>, those impotent bones of extinction
\nFlying graceful and free<\/a>
\nNone but the best<\/a> ’cause the man cannot rest<\/a>
\nTill he’s finally beaten his me<\/a><\/p>\n

And the band played on
\nAs the helicopters whirred
\nDrunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
\nMy senses finally blurred<\/em><\/p>\n

Till the end, he passed out on the sundeck that morning
\nQuietly saying goodbye
\nBut I was so hammered I sputtered and stammered
\nTold him he couldn’t just die<\/p>\n

He was a rock, went straight for his own Armageddon
\nFace froze in a grin
\nAmbulance flyin’ in, I never drank again
\nCan’t really call that a loss or a win<\/p>\n

And the band played on
\nAs the helicopters whirred
\nDrunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
\nMy senses finally blurred<\/em>\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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 Fr\u00fcvous – The Drinking Song The Drinking Song And the band played… Read more →<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[6,9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-835","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-food-and-drink","category-music","xfolkentry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p5UQvw-dt","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/835","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/13"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=835"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/835\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=835"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=835"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.chrismclaren.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=835"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}