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The opening line of this song is “Well, it’s been quite a month here,” which brings flooding back into my mind an actual and very tumultuous month in which our very sweet Irish friend, Derek, saw fit to hurl himself in front of an oncoming subway train; the “Six Degrees of Separation” con man David Hampton came to live with me and my roommate Keith at 21 First Ave; and I fell in love for the first time, with a girl named Mary Garvey.

Does it go without saying that I wish I could go back to that month now and find the blithering idiot who wrote and sang this song and kick his stupid fucking ass to kingdom come?

This is The Nightmares, recorded live. Some people may recognize the unique cardboard-box clarity of the sound as characteristic of a CBGBs soundboard tape.

Well it’s been quite a month here
No I don’t want to hear
What the hard liquor does

All my friends are leaving
No I’m not believing
And I’m not the only one

I’ll keep drinking ’til I find
Exactly what went wrong

They’re calling the last call now
And I feel appalled now
At the things I do for fun

As I sit alone here
I could try the phone, dear
But that’s just not the way it’s done

I’ll keep drinking ’til I find
Exactly what went wrong

Maybe you can get behind it but I can’t
Maybe you can see a reason

Well it’s been quite a month here
No I don’t want to hear
All those things they said you’d done

Everyone is leaving
But I won’t sit here grieving
That’s just not the way it’s done

I’ll keep drinking ’til I find
Exactly what went wrong

What went wrong
What went wrong

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