On life’s edges I met a man
I called him a friend for a while
He drank from bottles of smoke and flesh
Through a crack on his face for a smile
The lights were shining brightly
True beauty in shadow and gray
For we both found such pretty things
Before our nights bled to days
Tequila and Whiskey and Frank
Tequila and Whiskey and Frank
Tequila and Whiskey and Frank
Tequila and Whiskey and Frank Continue reading
This is a song about my favorite bar.
It’s called Logan’s Alley.
And that’s all I have to say about that. Continue reading
Happiness You know it?
It’s measured by the can
The barrel and the bottle
And the loudly playing band
And of an end to good times
That one should never speak
Because if our hearts be weighted
It’s sorrow that we’ll reap
And all that’s good and righteous
Our lovers, friends and fools
Would never live life hard enough
Without that hallowed brew
So lighten up your hearts now
Be brave and never fear
And where you go you’ll always know
That Steve would like a beer
Oh no
Here he comes
Not now
All the ifs and hows
Not a sound
Reaches my ears Continue reading
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