Previously unreleased
Words & Music |
by B. Blanke |
George
He’s lying on the floor, at home in the kitchen
In a puddle of vomit and blood
He is awakening
His stomach is turning, his head is aching
Half a bottle of whiskey
Is lying beside him
Like ghosts out of the fog
The memories slowly arise,
And he’s sickening at himself
The more, he can remind
In spite of all intentions and promises he made
In spite of all vows
Again, he was boozing
Last night in that bar, he and some friends
They were talking about the old days
And he had fun without drinking
Then Henry was comping a drink on his promotion
And instantly every levee
Was broken
Shortly he got drunk
And this fathomless hate rose up
And there was this anger
And he came to blows with everyone
He rampaged and he was smashing half the bar
And when he heard the police sirens
He was fleeing
When he came home, in the deep of the night
There were Mary and their son Jim
They were waiting
They didn’t say anything, but there were their frowns
A silent accusation, that again
He has been failing
Again, this irrepressible anger
Arose from deep inside
And without warning
He slashed at his son and his wife
He bad-mouthed and struck them, threw dishes against them
And he rampaged
‘Till they were fleeing
He should have known better; he got it first-hand
Almost every day his father
Was drunken
And when the level of whiskey was scored
He started a quarrel with everyone
He was meeting
There was this fathomless hate
Against no matter who
And he pummeled him and his mother
‘Till he fell asleep in his booze
George was just a child, he couldn’t protect his mother
But he swore that one day
He would kill him
Now he’s lying on the floor, at home in the kitchen
In a puddle of vomit and blood
Again, he was boozing
Again and again, he had promised to improve
Again and again, he had promised
To stop drinking
In spite of all vows
It had happened again
And he’s sickening at himself
He had failed
He picks himself up and cries for Mary
The house is empty
Mary and Jim had left him