Guess you could say that this is a shout to the immortal Warren Zevon.


Less is not enough

Unshaven, uncouth.
Fresh out of luck, to boot.
Went 'n sold my dear guitar.
For the sake of a filled up jar.
Who'd have thunk I'd go this far.
Lining up in the cheapest bar.

Hey barkeep, give me a bottle of whiskey.
'cause tonite, I'm going all the way.
I'm gonna drink this bottle dry.
I'm gonna buzz with the neon sign.
'cause tonite, less is not enough,
no less is not enough.

Wet peanuts taste like heaven.
When the time is past eleven.
Old faces turn to mush.
It's not just hearts that I crush.
Who'd have thunk I'd go this far.
I mosey back to this cheap bar.

Hey Lester, give me a bottle of whiskey.
'cause tonite, I'm going all the way.
I'm gonna drink this bottle dry.
I'm gonna buzz with the neon sign.
'cause tonite, less is not enough,
no Les, it's not enough.

(Can't get a break even when he's falling down the stairs)



Words by holybear
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Written on 2005-09-08 at 10:13

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holybear
I'm sorry that you know these people, but I am also glad that you were able to find truth in these words. That is a great compliment. Thank you.
2005-09-14


epohonci
knowing some who've sold their guitars (for whatever reason) i can appreciate the sacrifice made here, and am heartbroken as to what it was for... so very realistic, so sad, so true...
2005-09-14


holybear
Wecker eh?
Thank you Mr. Steinke, It seems I am in good company.
2005-09-09