Notes

—- NOTES

delirium tremens noun (abbreviation DTs) delirium caused by habitual and persistent drinking of too much alcohol, inducing hallucinations, anxiety, confusion and trembling.

An empty afternoon’s followed a wasted lie-in bed.
I can’t get myself together, I got no gear in my head. (gear as cog but also as in stimulant drugs (esp. cocaine))
Like a polar bear trapped in a zoo I’m rockin’ on the spot. (refers to the dementia behaviour (circling the same small path all day, or rocking from front to hind feet) of polar bears in zoos confined to cruelly small spaces in relation to their habitat).
I’m too tired to even think about the scenes that I’ve forgot. (bits of the previous night activities which are (sometimes temporarily) forgotten).

My déjà vu’s got déjà vu from the stuff I watch. (watched stuff so often that it’s more than déjà vu)
I can’t get myself together, I can’t knock it up a notch.
so weary I can just draw breath, I hardly feel alive.
I’m in Dante’s Hell today; I feel I’m suffering all nine.
I’m in Dante’s Hell today; feel’s like I’m suffering all nine.

Einstein’s rules don’t apply, time is almost standing still.
I can’t get myself together, never felt so tired and ill.
And I hear myself promising I’ll never drink again.
But by seven at the latest I’ll be blind drunk just the same.

—- DISCARDS
My déjà vu’s got déjà vu from the stuff I watch.
Like a polar bear caged in a zoo I’m rockin’ on the spot.
So weary I can just about draw breath; I hardly feel alive.
I’m just spitting feathers, but I don’t need a drink
A lazy afternoon’s followed a wasted day in bed.
can’t get my head into gear
wander from there to here
I’m too tired to even think about the problems that I’ve got.
Like a polar bear trapped in a zoo I’m rockin’ to-and-fro.
I’m too tired to even think about the places I’ve to go.
The TV’s giving my déjà vu déjà vu
clock’s ticking backwards
Too lethargic t’even twiddle-my thumbs, or to kick my heels.
Too lifeless to even twiddle-my thumbs, or to kick my heels.
Too weary to even twiddle-my thumbs, or kick my heels.
Everyone who’s had the DTs knows exactly how it feels.
I feel I’ve got a foot in all nine
Suff’ring in Dante’s Hell today; I’ve visited all nine.
Dante’s Hell had seven levels, but I’m at number nine.

The DTs, the DTs. A self-made no-man’s-land.
Sitting out a self-made Hell alone in limbo-land.
The DTs, the DTs. Mouth drier than desert sand.
Sitting out a self-made Hell alone in no-man’s-land.
The DTs, the DTs. Mouth drier than summer sun.
Slowly sip water and recall some of the things I’ve done.


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