the beer i had for breakfast was a bottle of mad dog
and my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off
you said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my left eye
i said don't you mean pediddle? and i lit his house on fire
he came home on acid i was holding his shotgun
i was dressed like tina turner in beyond thunder dome
he said don't shoot, i said i won't i love you you're my friend
i handed him my wig and shot myself in the head
then i stuffed a box of tissues in the hole in my skull
i got in my mazda and i drove to the mall
i got a big johnson shirt and some silicone tits
when i pulled out the tissues they were covered with shit
and the beer i had for breakfast was a box of cheap white wine
and the boom box on my shoulder was a box of clementines
i ate every single one without noticing the mold
you said you're gross my darling, i said no i'm rock and roll
even though i'd never ever been in a band
i got cool as black ice tattooed on my hand
and the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared
of burning in hell well i was already there
and the beer i had for breakfast silver bullet in the brain
and the beer i had for lunch was a bottle of night train
and the beer i had for dinner was my crazy neighbor's pills
we had to sit down on skateboards jut to make it down the hill
then i peed my pants and you stole the groom's cigar
and some old man made me watch him masturbate locked in his car
when i got back to the apartment you were face down on the floor
you said don't go to bed yet let's go get a 64
and the beer i had had for breakfast was a pint of jim beam
and a fifth of peach schnapps and some warm sunny d
and you said bottoms up just as i bottomed out
i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth
evan dando never planned on telling you the truth
and your leonardo i.d. card is your fountain of youth
you can be a teenager for your whole fucking life
just find some pretty sucker and make that bitch your wife
i guess by now you all know my friends danny broke his neck
he was driving home from sirens when he got into a wreck
first i cried for him and then i cried for me
haunted by the ghost of the girl i used to be
but the rocks with holes are warm in my hands
and i buried my toes in the hot hot sand
and the silver pink pony kisses me and says
you've come a long, long way and you deserve to be really happy

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    My Interpretationi talked to kimya about this once, she is extremely sweet and i was incredibly curious.
    the stones with holes in them- when she was recovering she used to search for little triangle stones on the beach with holes in them to keep her mind off the booze. she still has them.
    the pink pony was a childhood stuffed animal that she loved. she lost it.
    she went through such hell...peace be with her.
    odetokafkaon May 10, 2009   Link
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    General CommentI saw Kimya at a small show once avec Jenny Owen Youngs, and before this song, Kimya said: "This next song is about drinking."
    Jenny: "YEAH!"
    Kimya: "...and why I haven't done it in six years."
    Jenny: "GOOD CALL!"
    misssebastianon January 23, 2005   Link
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    General CommentThis simple little song is one of Kimya Dawson’s finest because of how well it explores two of her favorite themes: the grotesque vulgarity of everyday American life and the pain of growing up. What’s more, Dawson skillfully combines rap-like wordplay with listener-dependent “insider” references to popular culture in a way that succeeds the way few other songs in the anti-folk movement have done.

    Beginning in lines 3 and 4 (he … punched me / I lit his house on fire), Dawson introduces the trope of senseless, even absurdist, alcohol-fueled violence that runs throughout the song. The violence becomes grosser, in both senses of the word, in lines 8 and 9 before becoming truly revolting at the end of the first stanza. Like Kafka or Dalí before her, Dawson is interested in our own revulsion at the idea of our own bodies’ imminent destruction and at our own wastes. But Dawson links that revulsion directly to another nausea: the emptiness of suburban America and its citizens, who exist only as consumers and as surgically-enhanced robo-humans. Notably, the Mazda-driving, silicone-titted bimbo in the song is not a “you” but an “I.” Dawson is unafraid to engage in self-parody or self-accusation by making her first-person narrator the target of her own vitriol. In the next verse, the narrator’s persona is expanded to include not only the mall-visiting suburbanite but also the tattooed hipster who mistakes her own crassness for integrity: You said “You’re gross, my darling / I said “No, I’m rock ‘n’ roll.”

    Like many other pop-culture purveyors who came of age in the post-modern 1980s (the Beastie Boys or Quentin Tarantino, for example), Dawson loads her best work with a steady stream of references to cultural artifacts whose capital comes from a nostalgic appreciation that she hopes her audience will share with her. "Beyond Thunderdome," Big Johnson shirts, "Sirens," Sunny D, and My Little Pony are cultural detritus, to be sure — no one would dare call them lasting or important phenomena. But Dawson finds value in her generation’s shared remembrance of these cast-off fads.

    The third verse introduces another common device of Dawson’s: the in-joke. She performs songs like “The Beer” for audiences made up mainly of strangers; most people who buy her albums or attend her shows have never met her personally, and yet through the anecdotes she includes in her songs, her listeners are made to feel like her most intimate confessors. In the same way Dawson finds solidarity in an alienated generation’s pop-culture fetishes, she creates a bond with her listeners by inviting them to be a part of her own in-jokes. By obliquely referencing past events (whether real or fictitious), Dawson leaves our imaginations free to fill in the details. Why did she pee her pants — was she laughing too hard? Why did the guy she’s addressing “steal the groom’s cigar”? — was he a guest at the wedding of a man he despised? Dawson’s incomplete anecdotes have the feel of a conversation between friends so close that they need only mention one or two details of an incident to send each other into hysterics (the stolen cigar) or solemn silence (the sexual abuse mentioned in the next line).

    In the song’s long final verse, Dawson’s subject matter veers from the grotesque and the comic to the dramatic and the tragic; shared laughter gives way to private tears. First the booze-fueled binge that runs throughout the song finally gives way to unconsciousness. Then, as cryptic as the accusations the narrator makes in lines 33 and 34 are, it’s clear that her bile has been redirected from herself to her addressee. The emotional climax of the song occurs in the next two lines, when the storyteller finally acknowledges her own childishness, distancing herself from it by calling him out as a life-long “teenager”; her only-half-ironic suggestion that he should “find some pretty sucker / And make that bitch your wife” is the ultimate indictment on the charge of irresponsibility. That accusation frees the singer to focus on the real pain and stupidity that come with growing up. Finally she breaks down in tears as she realizes she’s no longer “the girl [she] used to be.” It is that realization that frees her to speak encouragingly to herself through the voice of the silver-pink pony: “You’ve come a long, long way and you deserve to be really happy.” And in the end it seems like happiness is all she’s really been asking for.
    charolastraon June 29, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentYeah this reminds me of some messy nights out on the old booze! When will i ever learn? Such a good lyrics. Kimya is an amazing song writter!
    meathoofon May 24, 2005   Link
  • 0
    General Commentthis song sounds like a crazy dream i love it.grrrrrrrrr
    Saranohon January 12, 2006   Link
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    General Commenti really want to be her friend...
    Saranohon January 18, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThis song really makes you think... Not a "Warm Fuzzy feeling" sort of song.
    bazmegon February 27, 2006   Link
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    General Commentfucking chilling. i shiver when i hear "i tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth"
    HyperGlitteron September 16, 2006   Link
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    General Comment=] I love this song... It's so crazy! My boyfriend found it while searching up random words... My favorite part is, "and the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared of burning in hell well i was already there"
    ColorMeEmoon December 10, 2006   Link
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    General Commentman kimya is awesome with lyrics. i really really love this song and i don't think anyone could do it better.
    coldbedroomon December 28, 2006   Link

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