The bottled rolled onto the floor, empty. As I lay back in the chair I thought about what was ahead of me.
Dentistry is not something for amateurs they say. Certainly not for drunk amateurs to perform on themselves. These doubters only serve to encourage me more. I reached for the pliers and opened my mouth, knowing that a brief moment of exquiste pain would bring sweet relief.
your lips taste like whiskey and I can’t breathe anymore because you smell and taste and look like regret and pain. remember the first time we really talked? you were tipsy and giggling and it was halloween weekend and I knew I was in over my head because you were a drinker and my grandpa, once, long ago, had been a drinker too, and that was exactly what I didn’t want to get involved in. and I’m a silly little girl and I did it anyway, fuck you.
suddenly you know everything there is to know about everything. your the best looking person in the room. you have an infinite amount of money. you are invisible.
I tried whiskey once in my life. It was not a very pleasant experience. I took one taste of it and it felt like my face was on fire. Not the best tasting drink in the world, but some people like it so whatever floats your boat I guess..
I was never much of a drinker, my best friend was and you see where that got her? I miss her an awful lot. She’s alive but is she really alive? Yeah I don’t think that is a way to live. not at all.
I can no longer drink the whiskey. It sits there, still, a brown ocean waiting to pull me under. I have drank deep from your waters for too long and I shan’t no more. I tip the glass over, I am free
I shouldn’t really drink whiskey, bad things happen when I do. But I was brought up believing that whiskey was a good drink. My dad always had it in one of those crystal decanters on the side board and I was always allowed a little taster. The other night I drank too much with a friend though, listened to the Editors and beat each other up. In a friendly sexual way of course….totally normal.
She put him out like the burnin’ end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin’ to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
1st Chorus
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I’ll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
(Sing lullaby)
The rumors flew but nobody know how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
2nd Chorus
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
Burning, stinging, mistakes… It was for the best, really. Leaving. Your friends will be upset. Life will be different. But wasn’t that the point? You couldn’t live a lie anymore.
the slick liquor slides down my throat as all my bad tendencies come out to play.
It wants me to suck it down dry even while i resist.
Harsh, rude chemical
but yet i drink it anyway
to forget.
A drink that had destroyed that which he sought to protect, that which he held in reverence, that which made him curse his inability to provide, to become what was needed. A destroyer yes, but not only that. The whiskey was also a pacifier, creating out of him something more, a thinker of great thoughts, a feeler of great passions. In it he found his redemption and his damnation. Whiskey, the creator, the destroyer of worlds. It is the elixir of vitality, the remedy for insufficiency, he welcomes it with open arms, welcomes his destroyer. Because in the bottom of that glass, he spies fleetingly something he has long sought. Hope, but it is only a charade and truth, not hope, resides at the end of that last sip.
Whiskey is a drink of hapiness. Many people have fallen in love with whiskey. They say it is a drink like no other, a drink of joy and discovery. Me, being a kid barely knows about it but still I’m amazed at its awesomeness.
I put a little coffee in my whiskey just to get that kick in the morning.
I put fire to my cigarettes to taste death on my breath.
It’s all in a days work that come to find that things feel better when I’m told that they’re wrong.
Down the bottle and forget the pain. Wake up and feel all over again, the startling realization that the whiskey isn’t enough anymore, not enough to forget your flaws and missteps. Your life is ending, tick, tick, tick, and all you can do is down the bottle to forget the pain.
Drink the bottle down and forget everything, isn’t that how it’s supposed to work? But it doesn’t. Because once that hangover’s gone and once the whiskey haze clears from your mind you’re just about as numb as you were before.
Whiskey is my favorite drink. It tends to loosen the way that I think. everything seems clearer and more obvious. I like people a lot more when there’s brown liquor is involved.
Scotland. They drink so much wiskey! And they are crazy and enjoy life. And I hate wiskey but still it smells nice. I guess. I tasted it for the first time when i was 15, for new year. where_ in scotland, of course
The old crab walked into the saloon with a wobble in his step. “Jeb,” the bartender warned. “I know you have been up since last night nursin’ that bottle. You won’t find any more here!” Jeb just grunted and sat on down at a table.
He sat there staring at the sky and remembered everything that had happened. The whiskey had been the cause yet again and he could never seem to put the bottle down.
Whiskey looks a bit like vinegar. In my opinion, it tastes like crud. I don’t drink the stuff, I prefer more hard-core drinks like Ribena and Robinson’s fruit juices. Yeah, I get wasted on those.
Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin man Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor “Hey doctor, won’t you check his head?” The only thing that was wrong with him Was Johnny Walker’s Red He drank ole poison whiskey ‘Til it killed him dead.
It happened back in the bayou many years ago Satan came to take him and he did it real slow Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor The doctor just shook his head, “Twenty years of rotgut whiskey Done killed the poor man dead” He drank ole poison whiskey ‘Til it killed him dead.
Take a tip from me, people… brothers can’t you see Ain’t no future in ole poison whiskey.
They’re gonna rush you down to see the doctor, The doctor’s gonna shake his head.
The only thing he’s gonna tell ya “Stop drinkin’ Johnny Walker’s Red Don’t drink poison whiskey, don’t you drink it boy.
Sometimes you just need it, because everything else is just too much to handle. If getting drunk takes it all away, even just for an hour, then why wouldn’t you accept this easy escape? Then again, if you’re one of those emotional drunks, you’re just screwed.
Whiskey is the kind of drink assholes drink. I mean, real men drink scotch. Which is whiskey without the e. I hate it when JD adverts pretend that what they are serving you is comparable to even the cheapest scotch available. I wouldn’t bother using that shit to sterilise my sink.
It takes a lot to get me drunk. I could go hours binging on vodka, and all his fair-toned cousins. One thing gets to me though. This one liquid is my poison. It’s whiskey. I can’t see the bottom of the glass, and pretty soon I can’t see the floor clearly either. Till I’m lying face down on it.
on the rocks. pour over me and steer me into oblivion as I wash away the thoughts that make this life harder than it needs to be sometimes. pour me a glass and lets chat, about what we want from life and each other. I want to know you
My friend’s a dick, he shoves foul liquid down my throat. Why would the swallow sing to the rivers fire? With love so bitter than to dance in flames.
The bottled rolled onto the floor, empty. As I lay back in the chair I thought about what was ahead of me.
Dentistry is not something for amateurs they say. Certainly not for drunk amateurs to perform on themselves. These doubters only serve to encourage me more. I reached for the pliers and opened my mouth, knowing that a brief moment of exquiste pain would bring sweet relief.
your lips taste like whiskey and I can’t breathe anymore because you smell and taste and look like regret and pain. remember the first time we really talked? you were tipsy and giggling and it was halloween weekend and I knew I was in over my head because you were a drinker and my grandpa, once, long ago, had been a drinker too, and that was exactly what I didn’t want to get involved in. and I’m a silly little girl and I did it anyway, fuck you.
suddenly you know everything there is to know about everything. your the best looking person in the room. you have an infinite amount of money. you are invisible.
I tried whiskey once in my life. It was not a very pleasant experience. I took one taste of it and it felt like my face was on fire. Not the best tasting drink in the world, but some people like it so whatever floats your boat I guess..
I was never much of a drinker, my best friend was and you see where that got her? I miss her an awful lot. She’s alive but is she really alive? Yeah I don’t think that is a way to live. not at all.
I can no longer drink the whiskey. It sits there, still, a brown ocean waiting to pull me under. I have drank deep from your waters for too long and I shan’t no more. I tip the glass over, I am free
There is a whiskey dream girl standing not too far from you, she herself is lost. To you, she is everything.
I shouldn’t really drink whiskey, bad things happen when I do. But I was brought up believing that whiskey was a good drink. My dad always had it in one of those crystal decanters on the side board and I was always allowed a little taster. The other night I drank too much with a friend though, listened to the Editors and beat each other up. In a friendly sexual way of course….totally normal.
She put him out like the burnin’ end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin’ to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
1st Chorus
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I’ll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
(Sing lullaby)
The rumors flew but nobody know how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
2nd Chorus
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
(Sing lullaby)
nasty, smelly, gross, drunk, liquor, drink, booze, intoxicated, dad, moon-shine, mixed drink, straight shot, strong, alcohol,
What the hell? I wrote on this topic yesterday. Stop repeating.
You are pissing The Writer off.
Burning, stinging, mistakes… It was for the best, really. Leaving. Your friends will be upset. Life will be different. But wasn’t that the point? You couldn’t live a lie anymore.
i like whiskey it tastes nice and gets me drunk yay me
the slick liquor slides down my throat as all my bad tendencies come out to play.
It wants me to suck it down dry even while i resist.
Harsh, rude chemical
but yet i drink it anyway
to forget.
A drink that had destroyed that which he sought to protect, that which he held in reverence, that which made him curse his inability to provide, to become what was needed. A destroyer yes, but not only that. The whiskey was also a pacifier, creating out of him something more, a thinker of great thoughts, a feeler of great passions. In it he found his redemption and his damnation. Whiskey, the creator, the destroyer of worlds. It is the elixir of vitality, the remedy for insufficiency, he welcomes it with open arms, welcomes his destroyer. Because in the bottom of that glass, he spies fleetingly something he has long sought. Hope, but it is only a charade and truth, not hope, resides at the end of that last sip.
Whiskey is a drink of hapiness. Many people have fallen in love with whiskey. They say it is a drink like no other, a drink of joy and discovery. Me, being a kid barely knows about it but still I’m amazed at its awesomeness.
I put a little coffee in my whiskey just to get that kick in the morning.
I put fire to my cigarettes to taste death on my breath.
It’s all in a days work that come to find that things feel better when I’m told that they’re wrong.
Bebida que recorre tu cuerpo intentando amarrar al pasado los problemas y liberando en el presente la felicidad.
Down the bottle and forget the pain. Wake up and feel all over again, the startling realization that the whiskey isn’t enough anymore, not enough to forget your flaws and missteps. Your life is ending, tick, tick, tick, and all you can do is down the bottle to forget the pain.
Drink the bottle down and forget everything, isn’t that how it’s supposed to work? But it doesn’t. Because once that hangover’s gone and once the whiskey haze clears from your mind you’re just about as numb as you were before.
Whiskey is my favorite drink. It tends to loosen the way that I think. everything seems clearer and more obvious. I like people a lot more when there’s brown liquor is involved.
Scotland. They drink so much wiskey! And they are crazy and enjoy life. And I hate wiskey but still it smells nice. I guess. I tasted it for the first time when i was 15, for new year. where_ in scotland, of course
Do not Drink!!! Its very very very bad for you its not good to drink. Be ever clean!!! Whiskey can hurt you very much.
I think whisky is some kind of alchol that parents drink.
whiskey is the good drink:) drink drink drink:) :p
Old people drink whiskey and i think old people smell funny. I think they smell funny because they are old. I will never ever drink whiskey.
My grandpappy drinks whiskey with breakfast he is the strongest 80 year old I no.
Whiskey is a type of alchohol. Or it can be a name of a song a.k.a Whiskey Lullaby. Whiskey is a Tennessee drink.
The old crab walked into the saloon with a wobble in his step. “Jeb,” the bartender warned. “I know you have been up since last night nursin’ that bottle. You won’t find any more here!” Jeb just grunted and sat on down at a table.
whisky is really bad for you it eats at your mind and kills a your brain sells and its really addictive it can even kill you.
He sat there staring at the sky and remembered everything that had happened. The whiskey had been the cause yet again and he could never seem to put the bottle down.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!
Uh, what was that son?
Nothing Dad. I was just practicing for ROTC.
You do remember you’re an Army Brat, right?
Whiskey looks a bit like vinegar. In my opinion, it tastes like crud. I don’t drink the stuff, I prefer more hard-core drinks like Ribena and Robinson’s fruit juices. Yeah, I get wasted on those.
Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin man Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor “Hey doctor, won’t you check his head?” The only thing that was wrong with him Was Johnny Walker’s Red He drank ole poison whiskey ‘Til it killed him dead.
It happened back in the bayou many years ago Satan came to take him and he did it real slow Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor The doctor just shook his head, “Twenty years of rotgut whiskey Done killed the poor man dead” He drank ole poison whiskey ‘Til it killed him dead.
Take a tip from me, people… brothers can’t you see Ain’t no future in ole poison whiskey.
They’re gonna rush you down to see the doctor, The doctor’s gonna shake his head.
The only thing he’s gonna tell ya “Stop drinkin’ Johnny Walker’s Red Don’t drink poison whiskey, don’t you drink it boy.
Sometimes you just need it, because everything else is just too much to handle. If getting drunk takes it all away, even just for an hour, then why wouldn’t you accept this easy escape? Then again, if you’re one of those emotional drunks, you’re just screwed.
Whiskey is the kind of drink assholes drink. I mean, real men drink scotch. Which is whiskey without the e. I hate it when JD adverts pretend that what they are serving you is comparable to even the cheapest scotch available. I wouldn’t bother using that shit to sterilise my sink.
lullaby of adulthood
soft, slippery, awkward moments
encased in orange jello
choking slurping and sliding
It takes a lot to get me drunk. I could go hours binging on vodka, and all his fair-toned cousins. One thing gets to me though. This one liquid is my poison. It’s whiskey. I can’t see the bottom of the glass, and pretty soon I can’t see the floor clearly either. Till I’m lying face down on it.
on the rocks. pour over me and steer me into oblivion as I wash away the thoughts that make this life harder than it needs to be sometimes. pour me a glass and lets chat, about what we want from life and each other. I want to know you