Dead Drunks - Deloris

Limousines and polished cars flee and bars and steal their way south

To the broken river mouth where wives are moved to tears

By the clubhouse chandeliers where men swap tales and boast

Of brushes with their ghosts and the birds with no voice boxes were all asleep

And the night just rolled in thick like black vaseline

Fires that burn and bleed and flicker on the beach

Send word to the captain’s post there’s parties on the coast

I saw them from the boast lose their minds on chardonnay

Saw them stumble on the earth saw them screaming at the surf

Is this to be our end am I to be your final friend

Are we promising ourselves out of having anything?

To remind us we’re alive to overthrow our enemies and spies

To love and in return burst into cinders and burn

Hands like broken china mugs steer this fleet

Of loser part time thugs into a moonless bay

Into the jet-black waves a single lamp hangs from the mast

Like an icon in our wake though it’s much too cold for stars

We crane our necks as far as we can too see this mess

Hanging over us like death so we raise our glasses

And button up our coats and we think about the good times

In the belly of the boat

I saw them from the house first jack-knife and then capsize saw them leave this

little earth saw them swallowed by the surf

Is this to be our end am I to be your final friend

Are we promising ourselves out of having anything

To remind us we’re alive to overthrow our enemies and spies

To love and in return burst into cinders and burn

In cold silence we’ll make our way to the great windows that frame our bay

And we feel she’s sick cause we know her soul

And we’ll save the men whose lives she stole

And we’ll lift our heads above our hearts

And we’ll find some more drinking cups

Cause tonight…

We’ll pull

The drunks our from the sea

They’ll be pale and dead but free

And we’ll line the balconies

Searching for our friends

And we brave what fortune brings

But we won’t give up our things

For kilometres along the coast

We’ll be toasting dead men’s ghosts

Raise your glasses

Raise your glasses

Raise your glasses

And set their spirits free

Evoking the dead drunks of the sea