Songs by beerandflies M.


   

ODE TO BOOZE

  1. ODE TO BOOZE
    beerandflies M.
    Genre: Rock



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    Backstory:
         Hi, I mastered it. Any thoughts are appreciated                                                                                                                                                                               

    Lyrics:
                                                      
    V1 Fear your thought, it is a starter of your deed But then to fight your fear you party to the wire Got lemonade? You turn it into booze and weed So wasted and so high that only stars are higher CH Drink to your suffering because you’re still alive To count blessings are the jester’s tricks All will end up in clay when planets are aligned And maybe someone will build castles with those bricks V2 A morning comes and goes, no clarity with it A stone thrown in the swamp will not create a ripple If only you had a light, you would’ve tried to quit And mornings wouldn’t leave you fearful and crippled CH Drink to your suffering because you’re still alive To count blessings are the jester’s tricks All will end up in clay when planets are aligned And maybe someone will build castles with those bricks GUITAR SOLO BRIDGE The more you try to fix, the more will come undone Thoughts that you’re running from cannot be outrun CH Drink to your suffering because you’re still alive To count blessings are the jester’s tricks We all end up in clay when planets are aligned And maybe someone will build castles with those bricks CH Drink to your suffering because you’re still alive To count blessings are the jester’s tricks We all end up in clay when planets are aligned And maybe someone will build castles with those bricks GUITAR SOLO CH Drink to your suffering because you’re still alive To count blessings are the jester’s tricks We all end up in clay when planets are aligned And maybe someone will build castles with those bricks CH Drink to your suffering because you’re still alive To count blessings are the jester’s tricks We all end up in clay when planets are aligned And maybe someone will build castles with those bricks


                                                                                                                                                                                        
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