Well, ain't it a shame that our short little memories
Never seem to learn the message of history.
We keep makin' the same mistakes over and over and over and over again
And then we wonder why we're in the shape we're in.
Frail grasp on the big picture, light fading and the fog is getting thicker
It's a frail grasp on the big picture, dark ages.
You my love-drunk friend, all that red wine and candlelight,
Soulful conversations that go on until the dawn.
How many times can you tell your story?
How many hangovers can you endure just to get some snuggling done?
You're living in a hollow dream.
You don't have the slightest notion what long-term love is all about.
All your romantic liasons don't deal with eternal questions like
Who left the cap off the freaking toothpaste? Whose turn to take the garbage out?
Frail grasp on the big picture, light fading and the fog is getting thicker.
It's a frail grasp on the big picture.
- Henley/Frey (excerpted)
4 comments:
Oh, good. I had to go the whole weekend without a Beagles reference.
Hey, it's been eight whole posts, for cryin' out loud...
Doolin Donald, what is wrong with the Todd that he hath forsaken the mastery of The Eagles?
He's just a young 'un - doesn't appreciate serious artistry...
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