Saturday, January 22, 2011

Hospital Beds

I love this song by Cold War Kids, and it kind of describes, to me, the relationship between those of us afflicted.



There's nothing to do here
Some just whine and complain
In bed at the hospital
Coming and going 
Asleep and awake
In bed at the hospital

Tell me the story
Of how you ended up here
I've heard it all in the hospital
Nurses are fussing
Doctors on tour
Somewhere in India

I've got one friend
Laying across form me
I did not choose him
He did not choose me
We've got no chance of recovery 
Sharing hospital
Joy and misery
Joy and misery
Joy and misery

Put out the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on us
Put out the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on us

Bring the buckets by the dozens
Bring your nieces and your cousins
Come put out the fire on us

Vietnam fishing trips
Italian opera
Vietnam fishing trips
Italian opera

I've got one friend
Laying across from me
I did not choose him
He did not choose me
We've got no chance of recovery
Joy and hospital
Joy and misery
The joy and misery
The joy and misery
The joy
The joy
The joy 
Misery

Put out the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on us
Put out the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on us

Bring the buckets by the dozens
Bring your nieces and your cousins 
Put out the fire on us 

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