a subtle movement from oddity to commoditiy we are waving to ourselves from the audience there s no need to fight a following sea ride it out ride it out of here but amongst the tide we are insignificant drowned by our discontent a life still stagnant wade out in the swell and the breaking of our lives played out in the swell and the breaking of our wills wait out the storm or head out forewarned so loved so hated but respected in the wake of booze and cigarette smoke our protagonist awoke to another night now he is too tired and too drunk to wake up we ll keep going because the drinks never run out on us