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Drunk (Spinning Wheel Blues)

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Drunk (Spinning Wheel Blues)

 

Two o’clock

and feeling so high.

Walking on walls

and touching the floor.

Spinning wheel blues

in the back of your mind.

Knowing you can’t take

anymore.

 

Churning stomach

in time with each spin

as the room turns over

and throws you aside.

You clutch to the bed

as though you would fall

and – somewhere

another night died.

 

Three o’clock

and feeling so high……

 

Four o’clock.

Four o’clock.

Four o’clock…..

drunkroom spinningbed spinningchurning stomachtime elapsing

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Comments

<Deleted User> (6315)

Thu 2nd May 2013 04:05

Late on the uptake..oh god I remember nights like those..couldn't take them now! Super sound clip Ian!

<Deleted User> (9882)

Tue 30th Apr 2013 14:42

'and-somewhere another night died'

!!!!!!!!!!!

great poem.x

tony sheridan

Mon 29th Apr 2013 10:02

Love this! Great audio! Take care, Tony.

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John Coopey

Sun 28th Apr 2013 23:22

I Like this, Ian.
I'm teetotal these days but have vivid recollections of watching the walls slide away and then putting them back again; then they slide away again.
I like the circularity of it and the roundabout music suits it so well.

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