Goodbye PFG

Days N' Daze - Goodbye Lulu Pt.2

Well it's been fun for a spell

And I wish y'all well

I'd hate to overstay my welcome

So, it's time I go

And even though now I must split

Please never forget

You were the ones that made this planet

Feel like home

[chorus]

So, peace out farewell

To everyone, everything

Thanks for the memories

I'll catch ya down the line

When we regroup in hell

The first rounds on me

We'll get hammered

To the gimme gimmes auld lang syne

When you look back on the good ol' days

I sure hope you remember me fondly

With the highest highs came the lowest of lows

I know

And even though I weren't no saint

I swear I did try my best to make you proud

Guess I can only hope

That my triumphs outweigh my mistakes

[chorus x1]

Through stories and songs, we can live forever

Our bodies are not so resilient

Unfortunately, they'll succumb to decay

So, once I've vanished from this world

If you find yourself feelin' lonely

And lightyears from okay

Just hum this tune

And I'll be right back here with you

(So, pour me up a pint)

Peace out farewell to everyone everything

Thanks for the memories

I'll catch ya down the line

When we regroup in hell the first rounds on me

We'll toast to the world that we left behind

Yeah, we'll toast the world we left behind

We'll toast to all we left behind

Band: Days N' Daze

Song: Goodbye Lulu Pt.2

Album: Show Me The Blueprints

Release Year: 2020

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Dedicado a PFG34 con mucho amor...

vita fugit sicut umbra

 

RENT STRIKE - THE ROAD GIVETH

I could walk, I could walk for days

Across bridges and old highways.

Bare feet, achey bones, skin burnt by the sun.

No one around me but a few close friends.

No one to tell me how the world is gonna end.

Unconcerned with the wars and the bombs, we would run.

We’d find a place in history.

Carving our names in that old oak tree.

Whiskey ‘round the fire, now I lay me down to sleep, and

In the morning, I would feel so good.

Waking up in the middle of the woods.

Legs stretched, palms up, and greeting the dawn

With this song, it goes ~

Oh, I’ll always be angry. I’ll never be sober.

I’ll never grow old.

And I, I miss my home, sometimes.

But mostly, I don’t. Mostly, I don’t.

I could ride, I could ride this train

Across mountains, and sprawling plains.

Blowing smoke and spitting in the wind.

And I’d never care what lies ahead.

These things are easier done than said.

All it takes is a step.

Oh, I’ll always be angry. I’ll never be sober.

I’ll never grow old.

And I, I miss my home, sometimes.

But mostly, I don’t. Mostly, I don’t.

So this is it, at long, long last.

Beholden to nothing, but the shadow of the past.

Well, I’d just let the time pass.

Because - living good, living right

Is so much more complex than the black and the white,

And I’m not gonna waste my time.

I’m not gonna waste my life.

I’m gonna keep going. My liver’s just fine, thanks.

This will never get old.

And I, I miss my home, sometimes.

But mostly, I don’t. Mostly, I don’t ~ No,

I’ll always be angry. I’ll never be sober.

I’ll never grow old.

And I, I miss my home, except when I don’t.

And mostly, I don’t.