Disorders and/or mental illnesses do not mean you can't drink; well, perhaps it does for some people but not everyone. Indeed - it goes without saying that sometimes it's an incentive. When I do drink I drink and I have fun of it. I drink with intent to get drunk, or else I don't touch it at all. So, I plan my drinking nights carefully.
I don't view it as unhealthy and/or an unhealthy way of dealing with things at all (unless it's your only way of dealing with things) as I use it for the expressed purpose of exorcizing whatever it needs that needs exorcizing, and then forgot about it for a while once the night is done and over and I get back on my way. What's so unhealthy about that? I do pay for it in a way most 'normal' or average people do -- but hey that's life, you take a cheap escape and you pay for it-- but I simply accept it as part of the deal.
Anyway, we've all got drinking songs,.. don't tell me you don't. Care to list yours? Here are just a few of my favorites (as with most drinking songs you can't fully appreciate them without actually listening to them):
Whiskey Makes Me Crazy - The Tossers
http://youtu.be/o0OVpdnYA1Y
I put my shoes on backward on the way out to a dance
Then I had to go back home cause I forgot my pants
I bought my love a ring and I professed my love of course
We were not yet married and she wanted a divorce
Stout it makes you thick, and it makes you thin and lazy
Irish whiskey drives me nuts whiskey makes me crazy
I curled up with my wife after I'd gone to wet my throat
Then I woke up in the stall all curled up with the goat
My friends do not invite me anymore for anything
Cause I stumble round their houses all upending everything
My mother used to beat me she would beat me black and blue
Now I have a wife and sure she's beating on me too
I once had a job and you could say that I was skilled
But it's off now to Christina's place to go get ######6 drilled
Home For a Rest - Spirit of The West
http://youtu.be/sPJD3qcIL7s
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink I need home for a rest.
We arrived in December and London was cold
We stayed in the bars along Charing Cross Road
We never saw nothin' but brass taps and oak
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats
CHORUS:
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week
I've been drunk since I left
And these so-called vacations
Will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink
I need home for a rest
Take me home....
Euston Station the train journey North
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past old crooked dykes through Yorkshire's green fields
We were flung into dance as the train jigged and reeled
- CHORUS -
By the light of the moon, she'd drift through the streets
A rare old perfume, so seductive and sweet
She'd tease us and flirt, as the pubs all closed down
Then walk us on home and deny us a round
- CHORUS -
The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb
The spirits we drank now ghosts in the room
I'm knackered again, come on sleep take me soon
And don't lift up my head 'till the the twelve bells at noon
- CHORUS -
Whiskey You're the Devil - The Pogues
http://youtu.be/L-LuQVKzZMM
CHORUS: Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americae
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober
Oh, now, brave boys, we're on the march and off to Portugal and Spain
The drums are beating, banners flying, the devil ahome will come tonight
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!
- CHORUS -
Said the mother: "Do not wrong me, don't take my daughter from me
For if you do I will torment you, and after death a ghost will haunt you
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!
- CHORUS -
The French are fighting boldly, men dying hot and coldly
Gives ev'ry man his flask of powder, his farlock on his shoulder
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!
- CHORUS -