If I have a problem, stuff's going through my head, I feel like using, I usually go and talk to my dad... I decided to get sober a lot younger than he did. He first tried to get sober when he was like 32, I believe.
quote by Jack Osbourne
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Drift Away
(rod stewart, steve cropper, 1975/1976)
Never get to bed before sunup,
Alway get caught in the rain;
Sometimes I might get in trouble,
Never was one to complain.
Now gentleman, you must agree
Aint it worth it when youre out on cloud thirty-three
To be stone cold sober again,
Down in the alley again,
Stone cold sober again.
Never found a dime in a gutter,
Always get my best friends drunk.
If the presdent tries to call me,
Say rodney, come on over for lunch;
Id say, gentlemen, exuse me please
But Im busy with my buddies up on cloud thirty-three.
Yeah, stone cold sober again,
Down in the alley again,
Stone cold sober again.
Sunday is a drag, so forget it,
Monday you can make up for that;
Tuesday, take a taste for dinner,
If youre all right spend it in bed.
But on thursday prepare for your weekend
And let friday disappear into saturday mornin
When youre stone cold sober again,
Down in the alley again,
Stone cold sober again.
Stone cold sober again,
Down in the alley again,
Stone cold sober again.
I dont mind stone cold sober again,
Down in the alley again,
Stone cold sober again.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Stone Cold Sober
(rod stewart, steve cropper, 1975/1976)
Never get to bed before sunup,
Alway get caught in the rain;
Sometimes I might get in trouble,
Never was one to complain.
Now gentleman, you must agree
Aint it worth it when youre out on cloud thirty-three
To be stone cold sober again,
Down in the alley again,
Stone cold sober again.
Never found a dime in a gutter,
Always get my best friends drunk.
If the presdent tries to call me,
Say rodney, come on over for lunch;
Id say, gentlemen, exuse me please
But Im busy with my buddies up on cloud thirty-three.
Yeah, stone cold sober again,
Down in the alley again,
Stone cold sober again.
Sunday is a drag, so forget it,
Monday you can make up for that;
Tuesday, take a taste for dinner,
If youre all right spend it in bed.
But on thursday prepare for your weekend
And let friday disappear into saturday mornin
When youre stone cold sober again,
Down in the alley again,
Stone cold sober again.
Stone cold sober again,
Down in the alley again,
Stone cold sober again.
I dont mind stone cold sober again,
Down in the alley again,
Stone cold sober again.
[fade out]
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Getting sober just exploded my life. Now I have a much clearer sense of myself and what I can and can't do. I am more successful than I have ever been. I feel very positive where I never did before, and I think that's all a direct result of getting sober.
quote by Jamie Lee Curtis
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Sobering thoughts.
I `ve been sober for a while.
Nearly sober as a judge.
Often weird symbols
Hide behind any cross.
Cold`s coming on strong.
Damp and gloom on high!
Matieralism, forever the returning panacea
Of the masses.
Those three wise men,
Never did get
Saachi and Saachi on board.
I`ve been sober for a while.
But who`s to know,
What`s round the corner.
The life of one person.
Whose feelings only i can see.
However dear to me i think,
I make the hymn.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Stone Cold Sober
If you really knew how many times Ive tried to help you
Make your mind up in the matters of the heart, youd not be bothered
By the miscues or the bad trips that seem to come and plague us
Having thought it over, I sure would like to talk to you again
I was stone cold sober, it was daylight in october
When you reached across the table put your hand upon my shoulder
And my lips were warm with kissing while we found the missing pieces
To all the empty spaces I sure would like to talk that way again
We have soared above the clouds, weve heard the angels breathing
While we made love in the morning, there was never talk of leaving
We would lie that way for hours with our arms around each other
It was all so easy, I sure would like to talk to you again
cause Im stone cold sober, the daylight has crossed over
In the night, a touch of sadness
We had it coming, had it going way back then
I was stone cold sober when I woke the morning after
Having shattered the illusions of the object of my passions
With a will made out of iron and a mind that is her own
Having thought it over, I sure would like to talk to her again
We had it coming, had it going way back then
I hope that we can see each other often
That our points of view will blend into each other,
Like the sea and the horizon
And the sun will shine upon us as we live our lives forever
Having thought it over, I sure would like to talk to you again
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Gartloney Rats
The boys from the village were festering sore
For a day on the rant with some music and more
Theyd drink porter in mauras way over in fore
And never get drunk but stay sober
There was harry the banjo and dunne of the swan
With whose bone from the wing hed beat the bodhran
And the song that hed sing was of ganders and all
Hed never get drunk but stay sober
There was woods on the guitar and auld squeeze box too
Who came from a time before aeroplanes flew
Hed sit in a corner and mule quite a few
And hed never get drunk but stay sober
There was mahon the singer who knew all the songs
And never was known to put a foot wrong
Hed sing through the night till the break o the morn
And hed never get drunk but stay sober
Then harry the banjo now there was a man
A bottomless pit if ever there was one
More porter hed lower that there was in the land
And hed never get drunk but stay sober
Well the gartloney rats would play away
Theyd play for the pints and not for the pay
And the pints theyd go down in the usual way
And theyd never get drunk but stay sober
song performed by by Pogues
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I wish I'd gotten sober at a younger age.
quote by Janice Dickinson
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Another Good Reason
(harley allen/carson chamberlain)
I woke up the other night
Lying on the floor
Right beside someone
Ive never seen before
She said my names juliet
And romeo you aint
Thats another good reason not to drink
Thats another good reason not to drink
When Im sober Im almost a saint
If I keep going on like this
Ill end up like ole hank
Thats another good reason not to drink
I cant go see my best friend
He said stay away
Just because of what I said
On his wedding day
He oughta call a sherman
Cause she looks just like a tank
Thats another good reason not to drink
Thats another good reason not to drink
When Im sober Im almost a saint
If I keep going on like this
Ill end up like ole hank
Thats another good reason not to drink
Im gonna sue to city
About that policeman
Last night as I left the bar
He stepped right on my hand
He said are you drunk or blind?
I said let me think.
Thats another good reason not to drink
Thats another good reason not to drink
When Im sober Im almost a saint
If I keep going on like this
Ill end up like ole hank
Thats another good reason not to drink
Thats another good reason not to drink
When Im sober Im almost a saint
If I keep going on like this
Ill end up like ole hank
Thats another good reason
Baby let me in Im freezing
Another good reason not to drink
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Cold Sweat
(m&l - john sykes/phill lynott)
I put my money in the suitcase
And headed for the big race
I felt a chill on my backbone
As I hung up the telephone
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win pays double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
They say chances on the outside
Are looking very slim
Ive been so lucky on the inside
I feel Im going to win
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
Take a little money, theres nothing left to lose
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
Ive got me a whole months wages
I havent seen that much in ages
I might spend it in stages
And move out to las vegas
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win means double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
I put my money in the suitcase
They say chances on the outside
I got a whole months wages
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Stone cold crazy
Place another bet
song performed by by Helloween
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Cold Sweat
I put my money in the suitcase
And headed for the big race
I felt a chill on my backbone
As I hung up the telephone
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win pays double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
They say chances on the outside
Are looking very slim
Ive been so lucky on the inside
I feel Im going to win
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
Take a little money, theres nothing left to lose
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
Ive got me a whole months wages
I havent seen that much in ages
I might spend it in stages
And move out to las vegas
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win means double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
I put my money in the suitcase
They say chances on the outside
I got a whole months wages
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Stone cold crazy
Place another bet
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Cold Sweat
I put my money in the suitcase
And headed for the big race
I felt a chill on my backbone
As I hung up the telephone
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win pays double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
They say chances on the outside
Are looking very slim
Ive been so lucky on the inside
I feel Im going to win
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
Take a little money, theres nothing left to lose
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
Ive got me a whole months wages
I havent seen that much in ages
I might spend it in stages
And move out to las vegas
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Running down the back of my neck
To lose means trouble, to win means double
And I got me a heavy bet
Cold, cold sweat
I put my money in the suitcase
They say chances on the outside
I got a whole months wages
Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat
Stone cold crazy
Place another bet
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Rzhepicks(10)
October revolution –
today’s pension.
***
Morning today
becomes yesterday.
***
Everything is going nice,
everything is just precise.
But ….they are all lies.
***
All women are young,
but…..some are younger.
***
I am not sad,
I am sober.
***
I am not a present,
I am a surprise.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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O What Shall We Do With These Drunken Men?
1
Oh what shall we do
what shall we do
with these drunken men -
like my very own darling
Mike Hammer?
Last night
I picked him up
from outside the pub
where he'd been drinking
with his mates
And in the car
almost near our home
he says: I love you
And I say to him:
Is that you talking
or the beer?
And he says
like lightning:
It's me talking.
I'm talking to my beer.
2
Oh what shall we do
what shall we do
with these drunken men -
like my very own darling
Mike Hammer?
I locked him in the car
doused him with effluent water
let him sleep there
till he turns sober
But it's 11am now and hot
and sober or not,
he's still asleep
in the car
and when I try and wake him up
he's still mumbling about love and beer
Oh what shall we do
what shall we do
with these drunken men -
like my very own darling
Mike Hammer?
Maybe I should dunk him over a hill
car and all
till he turns mature, till he's sober
poem by Raj Arumugam
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The Big Problem....
There is this BIG PROBLEM
WE decided not to talk about it
We think that that problem must solve itself
Auto-resolution
So day and night the problem stays there
Like a drunkard in the room
Vomiting
To every nook of the house
The house
That smells like fucking
Shit
But that problem is never considered a problem
There is a room for it to stay
And it can stay
It cannot consume us
It has no mouth and so it has no teeth
It has no tongue it cannot say a word
It stays there like a piece of art
And we begin to appreciate it
Like a piece of rock
Unchanged in the middle of the living room
We eat lunch there
They prepare nice dinners
We drink red wine
We munch chocolates
And sweet berries
The problem stays but it cannot nag us
Because we can pretend
That it is a brother
That we cannot junk but only love
And keep as part of the
Company
There is still this problem
And it did not solve itself
We live by this problem and this problem lives with us
Symbiosis
And so now
What is the problem? Is this a problem after all these years?
It is not anymore
We have learned that it is not a problem anymore
We die soon
And it shall perhaps disappear
Shall it weep over our departure?
That is its problem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Occasional Blackout Feb 8th 2011
I PASSED SOME HARD WORKING ALCOHOLICS ALONG THE WAY,
EVEN SOME WHO COMMITTED SUICIDE BUT BE THAT AS IT MAY,
THOSE POOR PEOPLE SO INCLINED SHOULD BE HELPED OUT OF THEIR DISTRESS,
BUT IT DOESN’T WORK TOO GOOD WITH ALCOHOLICS, I GUESS.
I WAS ONCE AN ALCOHOLIC MYSELF SO I KNOW THEIR WAYS,
TRY TO ACT AND TALK SOBER IN THE MIDST OF CONSTANT MALAISE,
AND HIDE THE SECRET SICKNESS THAT SO FEW KNOW ABOUT,
PRETENDING WE WERE AS SOBER AS A UNIFORMED BOY SCOUT.
LIVING IN THE OCCASIONAL BLACKOUT VERY CLOSE TO THE BRINK,
WHAT DID I DO FOR THOSE FOUR HOURS AND HOW MUCH DID I DRINK?
HOW DID I GET FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CITY TO HERE?
DID MY CAR KNOW THE WAY AND SHOULD I LOOK AROUND IN FEAR?
IT WAS FEAR OF SCARY BLACKOUTS THAT CAUSED ME TO GO DRY,
I COULDN'T REMEMBER THOSE MANY HOURS, THE WHEN, THE WHERE OR WHY,
I LEFT MY MANY FRIENDS IN THE TAVERNS AND THOSE CLOSE KNIT BARS,
OTHERS, AMONG MY FRIENDS HAD TO GO BACK FOR SOME … CIGARS.
FEB 8TH,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Have A Talk With God
There are people who have let the problems of today
Lead them to conclude that for them life is not the way
But every problem has an answer and if yours you cannot find
You should talk it over to him
Hell give you peace of mind
When you feel your lifes too hard
Just go have a talk with god
Many of us feel we walk alone without a friend
Never communicating with the one who lives within
Forgetting all about the one who never ever lets you down
And you can talk to him anytime hes always around
When you feel your lifes too hard
Just go have a talk with god
Well hes the only free psychiatrist thats known throughout the world
For solving the problems of all men, women, little boys and girls
When you feel your lifes too hard
Just go have a talk with god
When you feel your lifes too hard
Just go have a talk with god
When your loads too much to bear
Just go talk to God he cares
I know he does
When you feel your lifes too hard
Just go have a talk with god
Thank-you
Thank-you very much
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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I'm clean and sober
I feel no dirty in soul
I wake up and think.
haiku by Marieta Maglas
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Additives
with a single
pill
(whatever is that
name)
feel that you are
now
an inch
above your
lousy self,
but when will
this illusion
end?
ask yourself
when you
are sober
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Black Hole
“Now, what was I gonna say? ”
I forgot. It’s gone.
out the window
through the black hole in time
and my head,
like so often
before.
Along with
wallet,
keys
and this month’s
rent.
Hours wasted
around midnight.
As my clock showed a
million to something,
it struck me:
I could be dead
tomorrow
or better off.
Waking up with V.I.P
monster truck tickets,
half empty bottles
of 21 year old whisky
or a younger naked whore
besides me
and a dick that itches,
without knowing why or how.
Scratches my itch
I unscrew the cap,
screw the whore,
wondering where those hours
went, and if life would
have been
more fun
wasting sober?
poem by Carsten Thomsen
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Sleepwalkers
Who suture her heart?
It was torn apart.
When I met her
She was smell of liquor.
I waited until she gets sober
And she started talking in anger.
'I loved him and gave everything
But now he is having an affair
With my sister and they are going to marry soon.'
'I am very sorry my dear and I too a loner bird
But the problem is that I don't have a proper roost.
I sleep in a doghouse and how I take you to my sinking ship? '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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