Hymn for alcohol

Istället för vårdcentraler är spotify igång och jag läser Annika Norlins blogg om låttexter. Om Waitin Around To Die, Brännö Serenad & That Summer Feeling. Annika skriver lika fint om andras texter som hon skriver sina egna.
Vilken genial idé den där bloggen är föresten. Sell, Sell, Sell!

Hade jag haft ordets begåvning hade jag skrivit hjärtat ur mig om Daniel Johnstons låt Life in Vain.
Snyftat fram en text om Why I try to look so bad av Comet Gain. Varit rosig om kinderna efter Jens Lekmans fantastiska rader i A Higher Power. Eller bara legat i fosterställning efter att skrivit ner allt det man känner efter att ha fått smockan av Olle Ljungström när han sjunger Jag & min far.
Eller bara den här texten.

Don't start me on the rum, Just because it makes me numb.
Start me on the whiskey I know whiskey is his drink.
You never drank it with me but now you drink it with him,
I'm not good enough for whiskey, not good enough for you.
Let's start drinking wine, we used to all the time.
It used to go to our heads but then you went to his bed.
If the wine stains you lips red then tonight you might forget,
You might not go home to him you might stay here with me.
It is just wishful thinking that all this hard drinking might lure you back to my ramshackle stable,
There's no point in trying, the debutante was lying when she said that she did something that your lips could never do.
And if you know what's true then you know I love you.
Its six months since you left, you must be truly blessed,
Cause you look no less pretty, in fact you may be more so,
If you reap the seeds that you sow, Oh we both know you are going straight to Hell