Song Description
A philosophical justification of one's drinking habit. Struggles with depression and a search for an escape. The song's in the style of 90s rock songs with grungy vocals and live rock band instruments. Dark lyrics are juxtaposed to the lighter mood in music, creating a picture of denial. Stems and other versions are available upon request.
| Song Length |
3:41 |
Genre |
Rock - Progressive Rock, Rock - Hard Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Annoyed, Depressing |
Subject |
Addiction, Alchohol, Beer, Wine |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
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