the night is late he's full of hate and loaded up on booze

#013 - Blender - 2007

Blender was a song I wrote in 2007 right after I moved to Seattle. It's part of "The Gun Show" and in so many words, the lyrics pretty much describe what it feels like to go on a hardcore whiskey binge (not that I would know anything about that, heh). I recorded an acoustic version in 2008 and talked about it on this blog back then but this version is waaaaaay better and is closer to how I originally envisioned it when I was writing it. Also, since 2008, I've added a verse and a guitar solo. Words are below. Peace out.

"Blender"

The complicated nightmare it assaults him endlessly

Can’t tell up from down just knows he needs her constantly

And even though he’s fading out he loves her desperately

But he’s too weak to follow through, fulfill that destiny

His heart stuck in a blender

Another week long bender

And now he don’t remember what he said

He wasn’t trying to offend her

Locked inside his drunk surrender

And now he kind of wishes he was dead

Yeah now he kind of wishes he was dead

The words scrawled on that napkin are far too blurred to read

But every other scribble just expresses one more need

He probably should have left before the wounds began to bleed

He probably should have dropped it but he won’t accept defeat

His heart stuck in a blender

Another week long bender

And now he don’t remember what he said

He wasn’t trying to offend her

Locked inside his drunk surrender

And now he kind of wishes he was dead

Yeah now he kind of wishes he was dead

The record sings a perfect song you’ll never understand

It says he thought she loved him and then she turned and ran

And now his heart’s as empty as the bottle in his hand

The same old tired love song from the same old broken man

His heart stuck in a blender

Another week long bender

And now he don’t remember what he said

He wasn’t trying to offend her

Locked inside his drunk surrender

And now he kind of wishes he was dead

Yeah now he kind of wishes he was dead

The night is late he’s full of hate and loaded up on booze

Alarms are ringing loud but his brain is hitting snooze

His mind is wrecked so by design he’s gonna get confused

It’s hard to give a fuck when there’s nothing left to lose

His heart stuck in a blender

Another week long bender

And now he don’t remember what he said

He wasn’t trying to offend her

Locked inside his drunk surrender

And now he kind of wishes he was dead

Yeah now he kind of wishes he was dead