In order to write a song like this one, you must to have be stomped on pretty hard. Don Henley apparently went through it.
Lyrics: You Must not be Drinking Enough
I can see that you haven't recovered from the girl who let you down And you'd sell what is left of your soul for another go-round You keep telling yourself she means nothing and maybe you should call her bluff But you don't really believe it You must not be drinking enough
Well, the perfume she wore you can buy down at the Five & Dime But on some other woman it don't smell the same in your mind You keep telling yourself you can take it- Telling yourself that you're tough But you still wanna hold her You must not be drinkin' enough
You're not drinkin' enough to wash away old memories And there ain't enough whiskey in Texas to keep you from beggin, "Please, please, please"
She passed on you passion and stepped on you pride Turns out you ain't quite so tough 'Cause you still wanna hold her You must not be drinkin' enough
Ask yourself why You still want to hold her You must not be drinkin' enough
This blog has many elements and depending on your interests, may pique your imagination...or not. I urge you to be unreasonable. Reasonable people adapt themselves to the world. The unreasonable persist in trying to adapt the world to themselves, therefore all progress depends on unreasonable people. The more unreasonable you are, the more likely you are to enjoy this blog. All men dream, but not equally.
If you're a socialist or a Marxist, you'll find that I poke fun at your absurd notions of "good government" on a regular basis. So you might not wish to follow this blog because you'll be offended.
John Locke said, "One unerring mark of the love of truth is not entertaining any proposition with greater assurance than the proofs it is built upon will warrant." I like what Locke said. We can't theorize without adequate information because when we do we inevitably twist facts to suit theories rather than theories to suit facts. In this blog and in my life, I try to maintain this perspective.
Either you believe in our essential spark of shared divinity, or you succumb to our human insecurity. Either way your conscience lets you slice it, the main thing is to earnestly do what is right at the time.
Today, I balance work and play as much as anyone can. All things remaining equal, play is more important. Life is short - it's important to make every day count for something, if only to yourself.
I'm a former tinker/tailor/soldier/sailor who has now decided that maybe it really wasn't all done for nothing.