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New Song: “After Dinner Drinks”

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This song is a ski-slope of calamity.

An innocent matrimonial candle-lit dinner with the bonhomie lubricated with some fine wine and later (and disastrously) by other more prosaic and economical beverages.

At first, warm-hearted smiles and faux-erotic kisses and hand-strokes accompany the shared reminiscences until. Until some almost forgotten and ancient slight is innocently recalled by one and met with a piece of jocular whataboutery of equal vintage and irrelevance by the other. Playful hair-tussling and smoochy ear-pecking is put to one side to allow space for lip-tightened smirks to replace teeth-gleaming peals of laughter. A slow-motion descent into competitive point-scoring-ping-pong ensues to the accompaniment of alcohol fuelled darkening of both mood and vocabulary. Goodwill evaporates as bloods begin to boil. Voices are raised as inhibitions are lowered. The encircling apocalypse is not even noticed until its finality and permanence is assured. Things have been said that can never be unsaid. At some point exhaustion caused sleep.

At the last there is the weary quiet of a bleak morning-after. A bag is packed and a taxi called. How did this happen?

The first lesson of skiing is to learn how to stop.

The song is written in the form of a reminiscing. But sentiment in numbed. All feeling – and it’s remembrance – is avoided. Shame teaches forgetfulness. Forgetfulness destroys no information.

After Dinner Drinks

After Dinner Drinks

I’m staying tonight
I’ve got every right
But I’ll be gone
Before it gets light

We got high as a kite
We got into a fight
Some things raised their heads should’ve stayed
Well out of sight

I can’t remember how it feels

We let it all out
We started to scream and shout
Just in case there was any
Reasonable doubt

It was like a roll-call
They were all up against the wall
All the hurts and the insults, all the
Negligence and all

I need to rest for a while
Close my eyes for a while
But I’ll get my shoes and coat
In a little while

© 2015 Dave Keir

 

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