Three Sheets to Kishkiyya · Track 16 · middle
Wasted
VOLUME I — being gloriously, world-tilting DRUNK (the night at full tilt). The idiom and the song's title hook: "Wasted". Its true history: US, 1960s — the body and mind laid waste, ruined like land after destruction; exhaustion pushed to extreme intoxication. Render this beat of the night as the band's affectionate, funny, celebratory tribute — the idiom itself is the chorus hook.
Lyrics
[Intro] The floorboards tilt, the ceiling hums I’m heavy as a rock, but the floating comes Yeah, I’m still standing. Keep playing. [Verse 1] Back in the 1960s, out under the western haze They looked at the earth at the end of the heavy days Looked at the dirt, entirely stripped and erased And said, yeah, that’s the spirit. The beautiful waste. I’m a scorched little acre tonight Leaning on the glowing sign. [Chorus] We are gloriously wasted Like a valley carved and swept Every drop of the heavy honey tasted With nothing of the sober morning left Laid out, laid low, leveled to the wood And grinning 'cause the damage feels so good. [Verse 2] It takes a lot of work to ruin a perfectly good head To leave the ticking clocks and the sensible things unsaid My legs are just rumors, my balance is gone I’m raising up a glass to the damage we bring on. I’ll make it to the stool. Just watch me. [Chorus] We are gloriously wasted Like a valley carved and swept Every drop of the heavy honey tasted With nothing of the sober morning left Laid out, laid low, leveled to the wood And grinning 'cause the damage feels so good. [Bridge] They meant it as destruction They meant it as a total loss But look at this beautiful wasteland Smiling at the final cost Look at the way we finally fold When the gravity takes hold. [Outro] Sweep the ashes, dim the lights This ruined dirt is doing fine. Wasted. Yeah, totally laid to waste. And I wouldn't trade the taste.