Could've held on to that long smooth neck, Let your hand remember every fret,
Fingers touching each shiny string, But you let go of everything.. . Drunken Angel.. Followers would cling to you, Hang around just to meet you, Some threw roses at your feet, And watch you pass out on the street.. Feed you and pay off all your debts, Kiss your brow taste your sweat, Write about your soul your guts, Criticize you and wish you luck.. Drunken Angel.. Some kind of savior singing the blues, A derelict in your duct tape shoes, Your orphan clothes and your long dark hair. Looking like you didn't care. Drunken Angel..
This will always be the song that reminds me of my first real love, who took his life. The first person I ever truly was in love with. This song so delicately describes him to a T. He was a musician, and loved his drinking. In fact he was drunk when he took his life. Women couldn't stay away from him, and of course he had the whole mysterious 'orphan' thing going on.. In fact, I think the anniversary of his death is today. Fascinating. Every time this year I find myself needing to hear this song.