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The Watering Hole
04:09
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Well, the bartender doesn't know my name, but he remembers what I drink,
Sit down at his counter, he slides over a vodka to help me think.
"Put it on my tab," I say, "and get yourself one too,"
"Cos them vodka shots served cold will make you feel brand new."
Smoke rings fill the air around me, my shot glasses stood in a smile,
I never want to know the time, no, my watch she bares no dial.
And I don't care about my job, no I don't care about yours too,
Cos in the morning I'll be fucking drunk, and I swear, oh yes I swear, that I've forgotten...
I don't need to find someone that makes me feel whole,
All I ever needed was my own watering hole.
I don't need to find someone that makes me feel alright,
All I need's a drink, yeah when the day, oh, when the day it turns to night.
It turns to night
It turns to night
It turns to night
Yeah life's too short to be miserable, when you're drinking by the moon,
And if you're not living on the edge, well you're taking up too much room.
I said life's too short to wear a constant frown,
So get liquored up with some spirited shot, when you feel down.
And I don't care about my job, no I don't care about yours too,
Cos in the morning I'll be fucking drunk, and I swear, oh yes I swear, that I've forgotten...
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Whiskey Neat
03:34
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I don't believe in heaven, no, and if I did, well I'd probably choose hell
Every night out drinking my poison, from the bottom of my own whiskey well
I load my weapons with well-aged spirits, hide them deep in my jacket and in my boots
Well, whiskey's the only water that I need, all I need for this tree to grow roots
So give me a blended Scotch or just an Irish whiskey
A pack of smokes and that chance to get frisky
Yeah, you get sloppy drunk, I stay whiskey neat
Yeah, you get sloppy drunk, I stay whiskey neat
I don't need no Jack of Diamonds, or that slippery Queen of Hearts,
Just fill my dirty glass with some muddy water, and don't you dare put a drop on the rocks.
I try to keep myself to myself, swimming deep in my vat of solitude
Yeah, well, whiskey's the only water that I need, all I need for this tree to take root
I let this demon inside my mind,
I told him he, he could stay for the night.
But now I'm broken and bruised, I'm that filthy drunken fool,
I don't know what's left or if I'm alright.
No, I don't know what's left or if I'm alright.
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The Barman's Wife
04:27
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Says the devil in his ear each night, "Don't stray too far from me,"
"The only home you'll ever need, is ‘neath neon light."
So he stumbles in around five am reeking of beer and lies,
Bitter regrets and cheap found cigarettes
Broken glass cuts through rubber and the heel of his worn sole
Shattered shield, damaged armour, now that he's back home
She finds him trapped beneath that spell, tucks him in and starts to cry
So many talents wasted on bad habits
So many talents wasted on...
Wash your wounds out with vodka, and hurl those empties to the sky
This kind of thing will happen from time to time
Phone calls in the dead of night, the road screamed fire, blood and bone
Timid and meek, tears roll down her cheek
Broken glass, burning rubber, cracking steel takes his worn soul
Shattered shield, damaged armour, now he'll never get home
She finds him trapped beneath that spell, takes a breath, tries not to cry
So many talents wasted on bad habits
So many talents wasted on...
Said the devil in her ear that night, "You'll never beat me, dear,"
"The only home he'll ever need is down below with me."
She finds him trapped beneath that spell, holds him close and starts to cry
So many talents wasted on bad habits
So many talents wasted on...
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Preprandial Joint
05:57
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There was a cold, wind that night, I'll always remember that moon was a fool casting clouded light.
We left the dead, alone to speak, their legs buckled under them and their jaws grew weak.
I passed the flame, on down the line, there was a rush and a fuss and a finger going down my spine,
And, now I know, what it's like, to feel my heart in my chest say goodbye suddenly take flight.
Let me holster my AK47, pack away my Blueberry G-13,
It's not the Death Star in my hand, and I'm not no Skywalker of weed.
I'm no White Widow in the dark, and I sure ain't no Night Terror,
I'm just a regular OG Kush, oh, not unlike Jack Herer.
Maui Waui, get me off this Train Wreck, I ain't dealing no Durban Poison,
So my train runs on Blue Diesel, Pineapple Express me to your prison.
Is this all just a Blue Dream? When will I see my Northern Lights?
Get me out of this Purple Haze, and give me back my god damn rights.
"So tell me, sir, what brings you here tonight? Does it matter, that we don't even wanna start a fight?"
And you said, "No, it doesn't matter much," but still we ended that night in the back of your pretty blue bus.
"But listen, sir, I wouldn't hurt a fly, I'm just toking on some rolled up herb trying to get a little high."
And you said, "Son, bite back that tongue, before I show you what happens to those who say I'm wrong."
The spark came first, up to my lips, and all at once every ailment was finally fixed,
And when I sleep, this very night, my mind, my body, my soul will feel just right.
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Said Miss Heart, where you been?
Smelling of wine and gin?
Where you been? Miss Heart tonight?
So how you been? How you feeling?
Surrounded by these crooks and villains?
How you been? Miss Heart tonight?
Everything you know about love won't change your ways
You've got a lot to learn my dear
Bottom of the bottle has an answer that you'll never read
But that doesn't stop you trying to see
Bitching and moaning every night about the lover you lost
Crying, "Why do they all leave me?"
Don't you know that wearing out your heart in a dirty bar
Will bring you nothing but misery
Don't you wonder what it's like to be alone for just one night
Without a man to warm your bed?
Now every guy in town knows where to go to find your face
Not one remembers what you said
They're lying through their teeth when they say that they love you
Don't trust your heart instead of your head
You're selling yourself short if you think a couple drinks
Will ever find you a man to wed
Have you ever looked at yourself in the dirty mirror?
No not just to touch up that face
You can wipe away all the tears my dear
But not what you did in that haze
They'll be talking and a laughing and a joking and a bragging
About what you get up to at night
And they'll be gone, out of here, hit that dusty road
Once they see that morning light
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The same crowd pours in almost every night each week
They've got little plaques above their chairs, they shine before they take their seats
And the tenderest of chemists, mixes up their drinks
He knows all of their doses, keeps them docile, lights a cigarette, and in slinks
Brother Mind, two hours short of closing time
He's sober of the booze, but not the buzz inside his coked up mind, he
Tells them he's a realist, got some letters wrong
He could break your little heart, leave you torn apart for so damn long
Like the shot before the chaser, like the last one for the road
Here's hoping you can taste it, don't be another story he's over told
He's over told
Don't be another story he's over told
He greets them with a smile, wipes the sweat drops from his brow
Takes his greasy little palms, paws their lower backs and asks if he can sit down
The dirtiest of thoughts, surge through his head
He clings on to his youth, leaves you used, bare and left for dead,
But there's a glint in his dark brown eyes,
That has you lost in yesteryear, when daddy didn't always seem to lie
Calls you dearest darling, doesn't mean a thing
Takes your little heart, convinces you he's more than a fling
Brother Mind needs no soul to soldier on,
Take all the pretty little things he says to you with a little pinch of salt, none of it is true
Slippery serpent rustling through your grass
Now you've been bitten, now you're smitten, you'll be another thing he leaves in the past
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Father Soul
03:25
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Prison tattoo's mean little to you, but can stain a Father's Soul
For three long years, kept the dirt from his ears, stabbed a guard they put him deep in the hole
He drinks deep from his glass
Swallows hard his sordid past
Justice for a life that he stole
Remorse can blight with restless nights, but it never bothered Brother Mind
Touch of white powder, to sharpen the prowler, he's got another young victim to find
He sees her from a far
Leads her on and out the bar
Gagged, bound, taken by a beast unkind
Not all scars will shine like stars, so the spark had gone from sweet Miss Heart
Just thirty days is all crime has to pay, so the father meets the beast in the dark
For he did rape his daughter
Like a lamb he led her to slaughter
He tore his fucking throat apart
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"It's Time To Go"
07:30
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Jonny Luck Cape Town, South Africa
Singer/Songwriter, Jonny Luck, from Cape Town, South Africa and based in Berlin, Germany.
Specialising in
his own style of Dark Folk Booze Blues, cultivated from years of barwork.
Mixing a blend of whiskey soaked blues and fresh upbeat folk, this story teller will have you reminiscing of misspent youth, new love and those nights spent drinking at your local watering hole.
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Incredible lyrics, incredible melodies, super catchy sing a longs and stompers.
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