Friday, September 12, 2008

Thank you, Jenny Owen Youngs, I bring you, THE DRINKING SONG

Everything I touch turns to shit
Everyone I try to love won’t hear of it
Now my hands are overfull of things I’d like to give
Does anybody want it?
Does anybody want it?
Does anybody want me?

I’ve been mapping it out
I don’t know what’s wrong with me
But I wish that it was something else
I’ve been mapping it out
Maybe you should find a girl who cares about herself

There's solace at the bottom of the bottle
ba da da da da da
There's solace at the bottom of the bottle
ba da da da da da

Everywhere I look I see your face
No button I can push, delete, erase
Got nothing straight but for the emptiness
No one left for me to miss

I’ve been mapping it out
I don’t know what’s wrong with me
But I wish that it was something else
I’ve been mapping it out
Maybe you should find a girl who cares about herself

There's sadness at the bottom of the bottle
ba da da da da da
There's sadness at the bottom of the bottle
ba da da da da da

Down here we’ve got so much time to forget

I wonder if this is how I pay for the things I’ve broken carelessly
Nobody wants to step on it
I guess I just keep drinking

There's solace at the bottom of a bottle
ba da da da da da
There's solace at the bottom of a bottle
ba da da da da da

The problem with falling is
sooner or later you have to hit something.

I first heard this song on a Pandora rotation for my top secret pandora station. It was at work, and it was so happy. After many days and hours of hearing this song, I searched the lyrics; was shocked to find something so happy be the truly saddest and truest words anyone had sung to me in ages. The veracity and beauty was such that the first time I was drunk in ages after an Axis of Evil, this is what I sang to everyone, what I insisted on playing on YouTube, what I was dancing around the house to.

My boyfriend torrented and iTunezed a cd with a lot of her work, some betas, some concert recordings, and several other things. It was brilliant. He had it for me within days and I thought it was awfully sweet that he could hear me sing that song, lost as I was, struggling as I was, in as much pain -- and understand that hearing those words and acknowledging the pain somehow made it easier.

Thank you. You were too good; you still are. Toutes des tes reves, je m'en te souhais.

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