"And when I die, don't bury me at all. Just pickle my bones in alcohol. Put a bottle of booze 'neath my head and my feet. That way I know my bones will keep." -- Joseph Winner (Little Brown Jug)
I've got a way to make the world stop spinning
You and me could write a new beginning.
In the middle of the 3rd verse go back
to when things were wrong but we'd just laugh.
Then maybe try and write a new refrain.
Change "repeat" back into "never again."
I gotta listen, but my ears keep ringing
from a crazy song my heart keeps singing...
Water's dry but the ship's still sinking
And the crew knows what the Captain's thinking
A peck of rye and a cask of whiskey …
"While we drown I'll be preserving nicely."
Sink into that sandy sea, you oughta know — I'm taking you with me.
Your love is like my last vacation, the right moment but the wrong location.
Your face could make this world stand still
We could change this game, but never will?
And standing here in your own stop motion
I really hope you know my heart's devotion
If there's a place in your heart, put me in a bit part
Or let---- me---- go.
A place in your heart. A new way to start...
Or letting go.
If there's a place in your heart, I want a big part
------------- Or just let go.
(Our love was like a 4-day weekend, We'd waste the time that we would spend.)
(You'd always wear the girlie sneakers. That made me linger on your girl features.)
(Our love was like a 4-day weekend, We'd waste more time than we would spend.)
(We were like a four-leaf clover. Seldom found, but so often looked over.)
SPIN OUT [words // Fillmore] [music // MCG] [c. 2009]
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