Comments | intheblanks: 005: AUDIO

intheblanks

005: AUDIO

Dec 18, 2011 17:45

[This evening the city might want to be grateful that Robert Chase has what might be described as a decent singing voice, even when, as now, it's coming out faintly slurred through the wires.]I ain't laughing ( Read more... )

this ain't a love song, ironically merry, it's a wonderful life, cursed: sing and shout it!, cursed: grab bag, this ain't new jersey

Leave a comment

Back to all threads

byweavinglives December 18 2011, 18:08:12 UTC

Oh.

You're singing.

intheblanks December 18 2011, 18:12:00 UTC

Oh yeah. [And he's drinking, which may be clearer when his words aren't set to a tune, although he's not as far gone as he could be - intends to be.] I hadn't noticed.

byweavinglives December 18 2011, 18:15:40 UTC

Oh.

And you're mildly drunk, at least.

intheblanks December 18 2011, 18:18:40 UTC

And you're not usually this prone to stating the obvious. Or maybe you are.

You know, I really can't remember.

byweavinglives December 18 2011, 18:19:53 UTC

I know you can't. Is that why you're drinking?

intheblanks December 18 2011, 18:24:40 UTC

I don't think so. Maybe.

It was only a Winter's tale,
Just another Winter's tale.
And why should the world take notice,
Of one more love that's failed?

Could be why I'm singing, too, but I reckon that's a curse.

byweavinglives December 18 2011, 18:26:36 UTC

Do you need company or are you happy drinking on your own today?

intheblanks December 18 2011, 18:30:23 UTC

I don't need company.

[Which doesn't negate the other part.]

But everybody knows it's hard to be alone at this time of year.

byweavinglives December 18 2011, 18:30:58 UTC

Then do you want company?

intheblanks December 18 2011, 18:33:32 UTC

No. I'll let you in on a secret.

byweavinglives December 18 2011, 18:36:06 UTC

Tell me a secret.

intheblanks December 18 2011, 18:44:53 UTC

I'm not a 'fun drunk'.

I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas,
And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve.
I wonder if they grew up hating the season,
The good will that lasts til the Feast of St. Stephen

For that is the time to eat, drink, and be merry,
Til the beer is all spilled and the whiskey has flowed.
And the whole family tree you neglected to bury,
Are feeding their faces until they explode.

byweavinglives December 18 2011, 18:51:41 UTC

Robert, I'm never in search of fun drunks.

intheblanks December 18 2011, 18:55:22 UTC

There'll be laughter and tears over Tia Marias,
Mixed up with that drink made from girders.
’Cause it's all we've got left as they draw their last breath,
Ah, it's nice for the kids, as you finally get rid of them,
In the St Stephen's Day Murders.

What do you look for in your company?

byweavinglives December 18 2011, 18:57:52 UTC

Interesting people.

intheblanks December 18 2011, 19:00:34 UTC

Nice to be able to disappoint on every front.

Back to all threads