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Down among the wines and spirits | Down among the wines and spirits<br> | ||
Where a man gets what he merits<br> | |||
Where a man gets what he merits | Once he was written in letters of nine feet tall<br> | ||
Now he finds how far he's fallen<br> | |||
Once he was written in letters of nine feet tall | Since he set his mind on her completely<br> | ||
Oh well I guess that you mustn't have seen him lately<br> | |||
Now he finds how far he's fallen | Walking around with a pain that never ceases<br> | ||
He starts to speak and then he falls to pieces<br> | |||
Since he set his mind on her completely | <br> | ||
Down among the wines and spirits<br> | |||
Oh well I guess that you mustn't have seen him lately | Where a man gets what he merits<br> | ||
Lives with the echoing words of their final quarrel<br> | |||
Walking around with a pain that never ceases | The vacant chamber and the empty barrel<br> | ||
But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor<br> | |||
He starts to speak and then he falls to pieces | Clicks his fingers to that swinging door<br> | ||
Suddenly he's calling out more, more, more<br> | |||
I'm twice the foolish man I was before<br> | |||
Down among the wines and spirits<br> | |||
Down among the wines and spirits | <br> | ||
Bubbles escaping from him from the rim of a glass of grape<br> | |||
Where a man gets what he merits | She sails through his memory just like a ship of chaplet<br> | ||
As it started to sink he was drinking to drown his sorrows<br> | |||
Lives with the echoing words of their final quarrel | That fill his nights and they empty his tomorrows<br> | ||
But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor<br> | |||
The vacant chamber and the empty barrel | Clicks his fingers to that swinging door<br> | ||
Suddenly he's calling out more, more, more<br> | |||
But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor | <br> | ||
Speaks of invisible things he hardly credits<br> | |||
Clicks his fingers to that swinging door | Down among<br> | ||
Down among<br> | |||
Suddenly he's calling out more, more, more | Down among the wines and spirits<br> | ||
<br> | |||
I'm twice the foolish man I was before | ''(additional lines in early performances:)''<br> | ||
Walking around with a head that is fit to burst<br> | |||
Down among the wines and spirits | A heart full of hurt and a powerful thirst<br> | ||
Bubbles escaping from him from the rim of a glass of grape | |||
She sails through his memory just like a ship of chaplet | |||
As it started to sink he was drinking to drown his sorrows | |||
That fill his nights and they empty his tomorrows | |||
But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor | |||
Clicks his fingers to that swinging door | |||
Suddenly he's calling out more, more, more | |||
Speaks of invisible things he hardly credits | |||
Down among | |||
Down among | |||
Down among the wines and spirits | |||
''(additional lines in early performances:)'' | |||
Walking around with a head that is fit to burst | |||
A heart full of hurt and a powerful thirst | |||
Revision as of 03:41, 20 April 2009
Down among the wines and spirits
Where a man gets what he merits
Once he was written in letters of nine feet tall
Now he finds how far he's fallen
Since he set his mind on her completely
Oh well I guess that you mustn't have seen him lately
Walking around with a pain that never ceases
He starts to speak and then he falls to pieces
Down among the wines and spirits
Where a man gets what he merits
Lives with the echoing words of their final quarrel
The vacant chamber and the empty barrel
But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor
Clicks his fingers to that swinging door
Suddenly he's calling out more, more, more
I'm twice the foolish man I was before
Down among the wines and spirits
Bubbles escaping from him from the rim of a glass of grape
She sails through his memory just like a ship of chaplet
As it started to sink he was drinking to drown his sorrows
That fill his nights and they empty his tomorrows
But as he picks himself up from a sawdust floor
Clicks his fingers to that swinging door
Suddenly he's calling out more, more, more
Speaks of invisible things he hardly credits
Down among
Down among
Down among the wines and spirits
(additional lines in early performances:)
Walking around with a head that is fit to burst
A heart full of hurt and a powerful thirst
