The band issued seven albums - "Tales of the New West" (1985), "Glad 'n' Greasy" (1986), "Van Go" (1986), "The Pursuit of Happiness" (1987), "Poor and Famous" (1989), "Viking Lullabys" (1994) and "Manifold" (1995) - before Country Dick Montana's 1995 death ended the band.
Lost Weekend
The Beat Farmers Lyrics
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I don't remember a thing but I'm trying with all my might
Well my brain's a shameful blur
But one thing is for sure
I found myself another lost weekend
Well my hands are sore and there's lumps upside my head
Some teen-age girl is sleeping in my bed
I believe that I'll get sick
Repentance for another lost weekend
I wish somebody'd tell me just who and what I did
Why is this ring on my finger and who's that screaming kid?
My phone is ringing, I hear I put on quite a show
And the more I learn the less I want to know
Well I wanna dig a hole and die
But I couldn't even if I tried
I found myself another lost weekend
I'm praying to the porcelain god down on my knees
Said I'll swear off if you'll only help me please
And as my guts run down the drain
I sing one last refrain
I'll never find another lost weekend
The Beat Farmer's "Lost Weekend" depicts the aftermath of a wild night out where the singer is left to deal with the consequences of his actions. The song laments the inability to remember what happened the night before, leading to many unanswered questions and confusion. The singer's body is sore, and there are lumps on his head, and to his surprise, there is an unknown girl sleeping beside him. The ugly truth of the situation slowly starts revealing itself.
The chorus suggests that this was not a one-time incident but rather an ongoing issue of the singer's, having several lost weekends in the past. He pleads for help, asking someone to tell him what he did and how he ended up in this mess. The tone changes into remorse for not being able to remember a single detail and having to face the consequences alone. The singer concludes by admitting to the fact that every time he goes out, he ends up having another "lost weekend."
The song touches upon addiction and the regretful aftermath of indulging in excessive drinking behavior. It captures the feelings of embarrassment and self-doubt and raises awareness that this kind of behavior can lead to very detrimental outcomes.
Line by Line Meaning
Well I guess I had myself some fun last night
I had an enjoyable time the previous night
I don't remember a thing but I'm trying with all my might
I cannot recall anything from the previous night and I am exerting effort to do so
Well my brain's a shameful blur
My mind is in disarray
But one thing is for sure
I am certain of one fact
I found myself another lost weekend
I had another unproductive and forgettable weekend
Well my hands are sore and there's lumps upside my head
My hands are hurting and there are bumps on my head
Some teen-age girl is sleeping in my bed
An adolescent female is currently resting on my bed
And if I don't lie down quick
If I do not rest immediately
I believe that I'll get sick
I think I might get sick
Repentance for another lost weekend
Feeling remorseful for another unproductive and forgettable weekend
I wish somebody'd tell me just who and what I did
I desire someone to inform me about my actions and their consequences
Why is this ring on my finger and who's that screaming kid?
I am puzzled as to why there is a ring on my finger and who the crying child is
My phone is ringing, I hear I put on quite a show
My telephone is ringing, I am told that I put on a great performance
And the more I learn the less I want to know
The more facts I discover, the less interested I become
Well I wanna dig a hole and die
I feel like hiding in a pit and dying
But I couldn't even if I tried
Even if I exert effort, I cannot do so
I found myself another lost weekend
I had another forgettable and unproductive weekend
I'm praying to the porcelain god down on my knees
I am vomiting profusely
Said I'll swear off if you'll only help me please
I promise to abstain from doing something if a divine power would assist me
And as my guts run down the drain
As my internal organs get flushed down the drain
I sing one last refrain
I sing one final song
I'll never find another lost weekend
I vow to never have another unproductive and forgettable weekend
Contributed by Kaitlyn C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.