The Shadowlands

"The Shadowlands" - Ryan Adams (Love Is Hell, Part 1 - 2003)

I'm drunk again.

But that's how he writes best. And that's how I listen best.
Late night at work and the pile getting higher with every phone call. I'm tired. Too tired. Rewriting every sentence due to the Exxon Corona's. They don't sell single bottles anymore. Or even a regular can. Everything that's sold is in a quantity to make you look like a alcoholic while drinking it. Makes the bars look petty. The real warmth isn't in the ancient mahogany woods and beer stained floors. It's in the fluorescent lighting and freshly scented bathrooms. But I am so warm right now and in my 70's wood paneled cave. And Ryan Adams takes my 40 oz. and turns it into the Jack Quinn's Pub. Where are my cigarello's again? I've misplaced them. Perhaps they're not even here now. So warm. And that sweet outerlude. That intoxicating guitar ending the lyrics. Bottled water and nowhere to go now. I'm here. He's here. And no glass and paper can remove her rosewater scent. He begins to cry. And so do I. Because sadness is so sad. And I caught the scent a second ago.

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