bruce mcculloch - hangover chronicles lyrics
the details are cloudy. luckily, in my haze, i took notes. the events i can speak of only now. but i can taste it like it was yesterday. the reason i survived, maybe to tell the story of the hangover
day 1: i wake up. i begin to make out shapes. i have a headache. i have a terrible headache. at dusk, i get a great idea: living is sad
day 2: before i wake, i dream. i dream i am surfing on a sea of coca-cola. i fall off my surfboard. i am drowning in coca-cola. as i wake, i am devastated to learn that i am in my apartment and not a coca-cola store. i regret the tears that fill my eyes are not tears of coca-cola
day 3: i can move my head! i can move my head again!
day 4: i am surprised to find a man sleeping on my couch. he tells me that he works with me and that he shares my hangover. he teaches me a game called “screaming numbers”
day 5: finding a reflective surface, i am happy to note that my t–th have not been removed with a hunting knife like i suspected. for many hours, i count from one to six. not over and over, but once
day 6: brown liquid has now stopped dripping from my ears
day 7: an angel appears. he brings me a pizza. he asks only paper in return. how beautiful his eyelashes are. looking at the pizza, i note i am now colorblind. i go to sleep thinking about all the old black & white films i have enjoyed and will watch again
day 8: something smells
day 9: i take a short walk to my answering machine. i check it. good news: only one person called. the bad news is that it was my girlfriend and she called seventeen times. she refers to herself, oddly, as my “ex-girlfriend”
day 10: today i suspect i am not hungover at all, but in fact an old man who has lost his memory. and i have been spun around and left to die by people, not remembering any of my life, i can’t remember and hate by name
day 11: further exploration of my answering machine reveals i have been seen at work. apparently, day later, although i have no recollection of this, i went in long enough to play a quick game of “screaming numbers” and picked up what turned out to be my last paycheck
day 12: go to my ex-girlfriend’s and propose marriage. she does not accept. neither does the man she refers to as “the new guy”. after several hours, she agrees to take me back if i promise to stop drinking. have small drink to celebrate. snowflake becomes blizzard
day 13: see day 1
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