What is not to absolutely love about this song! Vocals are superb, lyrics flow like ice cold beer out of a brand new tap. And let’s face it, visually, Carrie is, what in the old days would be called, a long, tall drink of water. Yeah, and like that is what this post is about.
In particular I like the lines:
… “right now, he’s probably buying her some fruity little drink
’cause she can’t shoot whiskey…
Right now, he’s probably up behind her with a pool-stick,
showing her how to shoot a combo…”
I trashed a comment that came in on my last post. Sure, it was a cry for attention, but what disappointed me was the disrespect. Like millions of bloglike people in cyberspace, what I write at my “house” does not appeal to everyone. In fact, I believe the words I write here (good and bad) appeal to a rather small audience. Liking or disliking what is written at this place is not the issue. Goodness knows I have published some comments that were not complimentary. No, what bothers me is the use of a very public forum (this one) in which to garner sustenance for oneself that I find reprehensible.
You know the old saying “friends don’t let friends drive drunk”? Just give me the keys LB and maybe I won’t dig my key into the side of….