There are certain songs that just resonate with you. Whether that song recreates a moment in time or is just one that you really like, these songs are the songs that helped create the person you are and were a constant companion in the journey called life.

Today we continue exploring those songs in my life and what they mean to me.   This is Those Certain Songs.

Today’s Certain Song is Every Bitter Drop

The Song:

Title: Every Bitter Drop

Artist: The Posies

Album: Success

The Lyrics:

Behind beneath below a certain
Level of intoxication
Hidden like a joyful bundle
Prisoner of inebriation

If you had the chance
Would you realize
That every bitter drop
Is clouding up your eyes
And it’s clouding up your eyes

The motive come of sympathy
And portrait from the empathetic
More than just a head is aching
Now you are apologetic
Wouldn’t have the need to doubt you
If your trappings weren’t synthetic

And if you had the chance
Would you realize
That every bitter drop
Is clouding up your eyes
And if you stop to think
Would you be surprised
That it’s clouding up your eyes
And it’s raining from your skies

You’ll have to be the one
To let you know
What you already know
You’ll have to be the one
To let you know
To let you know

Don’t pretend the scapegoat’s heavy
I see little stacked against you
Don’t invent another venom
Self infliction will prevent you
By the time you get this message
Some poor notion might expect you

If you had the chance
Would you realize
That every bitter drop
Is clouding up your eyes
And if you stop to think
Would you be surprised

What it means to me:

As you probably know, I am a Posies fan through and through having listened to them for over 20 years and having the pleasure to have seen them live half a dozen times.  The album this comes from was what was meant to be their final album and it was one that really stuck with me for some time.  One of my favorite tracks on the album is Every Bitter Drop, a song about alcohol and it’s affects on those around you.  It has a deeper meaning for me as I came from a history of familiar alcohol abuse.

My father once told me that my grandfather was a raving alcoholic who used the drug to drown out his experiences in the Army.  Whether the reason is true or not, my father was also known to imbibe before I was born and, for some reason never revealed to me, he decided to quite around the time I was born.  I have always thought that it was because of how abusive my Grandfather was to him and his siblings when he drank (all of whom became alcoholics themselves in their adult lives), but that suspicion was never confirmed, nor do I ever expect it to be.

I was lucky, even though my father was rather heavy handed in his treatment of us growing up, he did manage to break the cycle of alcoholism in my family.  Neither myself nor my sisters partake and, as far as I know, none of us have any intention too.  You see, we each have a very addictive nature to us that, we each know, would only feed that demon that is still alive deep inside all of us.

Even though my father didn’t drink, I did see alcoholism first hand in my uncle. For a couple years my uncle came to live with us.  At the time, I was too young to understand but in the years since, I have learned it was so he could ‘dry out’.  I have vivid memories of him coming home late at night and my mother refusing him entry because of his condition.  In fact, one night he came home so drunk that he spent the night sleeping in an ant hill. He would always make excuses as to why he was late, absent or acted strange and I always suspected it was more than just alcohol that he was ‘drying out’ from.

One thing that always stuck with me was a single event that made me realize that alcohol was not something to be proud of. One year, we were part of a Highway Adoption cleanup group and, as we walked the long stretch of road cleaning up debris, my sister picked up a beer bottle and caught scent of the liquid inside.  Sniffing it again, she turned to my mother and asked why the bottle smelled like her uncle.  My mother, embarrassed for the 8 year old child, casually remarked that it was something he enjoyed, to which my sister replied, ‘well, it’s stinky and he should stop’.  That incident was relayed to my uncle and, for a few weeks, he didn’t smell like the cheap beer we smelled on that road.  While it didn’t last, I guess Embarrassment can be a decent tool to curb bad habits at times.

I always wondered if he ever realized how much his presence and alcohol became synonymous to us.  To this day, some 30+ years later, I can’t catch the scent of a beer without thinking about my uncle and his drunk days in our home.  Every bitter drop, clouding up his eyes.

Late to the Game 6/27/2020

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed  Those Certain Songs.  If you would like to read more about music you can find my Music Reviews Here.

Additionally, I have a weekly series called Key Movies Of My Life that comes out every Thursday and also check out some retro tv goodness with the ongoing series Retro TV Reviews. 

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