Morning on Bourbon

[Spud]

Morning on Bourbon
The Pathetic Wannabees

Monarchy restored
Church is ascendant
Talleyrand led them
Property ruled

Then came Napoleon's
100 days
Followed by terrorists
Then Richelieu

Morning on Bourbon
French Restoration
Decapitation

Ultras sent packing
Charades of elections
Fidelity codified
Press is controlled

Algerian colony
Brother's succession
Grandson rejected
New Orleans takes hold

Morning on Bourbon
French Restoration
Decapitation

Jacques Chirac
Brigitte Bardot
Francois Mitterand
Sarkozy
Charles de Gaulle
And of course
Jacque Cousteau
And, and, and
Marcel Marceau

Morning on Bourbon
French Restoration
Decapitation!

[Billy's Little Trip]

Morning On Bourbon
Billy's Little Trip featuring Paco Del Stinko
bridge guitar, lyrics and vocals by Paco Del Stinko

-verse-
Had to peel myself away from you
It was the hardest thing, I've ever had to do

-pre chorus-
Never meant to make you cry
To the fighting we've succumb
The dam is going to break
Every morning I am numb

-chorus-
I want to feel the way I did when we were new

-verse-
If I held too tight you would have drown
I had to cut the line, before I pulled you down

-pre chorus-
Everything that we've become
Is living in the stains
I never broke your stride
So why am I ashamed

-chorus-
Pierce the veins and let the poison through
I want to feel, I want to feel, I want to feel
I want to feel the way I did when we were new

-bridge-
I spent the night sipping champagne bubbles in my brain,
and fizzing whizzing troubles running right on down the drain
I opened a beer or two or three or ten I don't now when,
but it wasn't very long, 'til I could feel no pain
Rum! Tequila! Vodka gin all made me grin,
until I flew so high, I could see the whole world spin
I woke up in the morning in the gutter, and I had to mutter,
and take the comfort of my buddies Jack and Jim
Rum!

-verse-
Had to peel myself away from you
It was the hardest thing, I've ever had to do

-pre chorus-
Never meant to make you cry
To the fighting we've succumb
The dam is going to break
Every morning I am numb

-chorus X2-
Pierce the veins and let the poison through
I want to feel, I want to feel, I want to feel
I want to feel the way I did when we were new

[king_arthur]

Even when we were together
You were always distant
I was ready to settle down,
You were still trying to fly.
We did the best we could
Until finally
The best thing we could do
Was say goodbye.

Now I'm halfway through my second morning beer,
And the radio just played our favorite song.
Are you tired of being on the run after all these years?
'Cause I've been stuck around here for way too long.

Morning on Bourbon
Is lunchtime in Lisbon
And it's sometime wherever you are.
Do we feel the same breezes,
Walk beside the same oceans,
Look up and see the same stars?
It's morning on Bourbon,
Lunchtime in Lisbon,
And it's sometime wherever you are.

It took a hurricane
To get me off my ass;
Now that I'm up
I've been thinking about you.
I'm hoping momentum
Will bring us together again,
Though I don't know where
You've disappeared to.

Morning on Bourbon
Is lunchtime in Lisbon
And it's sometime wherever you are.
Do we feel the same breezes,
Walk beside the same oceans,
Look up and see the same stars?
It's morning on Bourbon,
Lunchtime in Lisbon,
And it's sometime wherever you are.

[The Weakest Suit]

Song Fight 042
Morning on Bourbon

I know you think you’re clever as sin
Remember never is never forever
And I know it’s not that hard
To start it up

You say a lot of things, most of them lies
You’ve got a lot of words to take back before you die
And I know it’s not that hard
To start it up
And I know it’s not that hard
To start drinking again

Last call for that alcohol
To rush into your veins and arteries
Drink it all, you don’t have very far to fall
To meet up with your veins and arteries

Sun is up he’s drinking again
Mornings on bourbon, nights on tequila

Well I know it’s not that hard
To start it up
I know it’s not that hard
To start drinking again
I’ll get you drinking again

Last call for that alcohol
To rush into your veins and arteries
Drink it all, you don’t have very far to fall
To meet up with your veins and arteries

© 2008 Weakest Suit Songs

[Steve Durand]

Morning on Bourbon

By Steve Durand

I drank too much again last night
Now my head is in a fog
I need a remedy to make it right
A hair of the dog

My mouth tastes like a garbage dump
I think I'll have to call in sick
I just need a little pick me up
That will do the trick

I've done things that I regret
I've acted shamefully
Some people drink just to forget
That doesn't seem to work for me

I'm on the road to recovery
But another little snoot won't hurt
I try to quit while I'm ahead
But I always revert

It seems the bottle's empty now
This dead soldier has served admirably
We teamed up to overthrow
My sobriety

Well I've done things that I regret
I've acted shamefully
Some people drink just to forget
It doesn't seem to work for me

Now at last I'm feeling fine
Perhaps I have imbibed too much
But then the question comes to mind
What will I drink after lunch?

[Space Dust]

Morning on Bourbon - Space Dust

Dialogue Segment

Old Guy: So I says to Mable, I says, “Maybe I don’t know George Takei, but I'd like to get to know JYOUR TUKAY! Hah!? Nudge, nudge?

Bob and Drunk: AHAHAHAHAHA!

*Businessman walks in*

Businessman: Man, I’ve had one hell of a day.

Old Guy: Well, you sure look the part, sir. Come on down, stranger. Barkeep’s asleep, so I guess that means we drink for free.

Businessman: Is he… is he breathing?

Old Guy: Who, the bartender? Yeah, dog, he’s snorin’!

Businessman: That’s not snoring, that’s death gurgle.

Old Guy: Perhaps…

Businessman: Alright then, so what are we drinkin’?

Old Guy: Bourbon. *pours bourbon* There ya go.

Businessman: Any particular reason?

Old Guy: Yes, actually. How about I tell ya after you tell me about that there shiner you got?

Businessman: Well…

Businessman
When I slipped out the shower, hit my jaw on the tile
had to think about the signals for a long hard while
and I wasn't superstitious when my mirror got smashed
same day my brains damn near got splashed
on the front bike rack of the bus, but
I jumped right back, like that, got stuck
with a bum and his cup, so I just got tense
didn’t wanna give a cent to this creep, no offense
(Bob: yar) Didn’t he see me just miss death?
Wasn’t tryna’ help, tryna’ get ten cents.
(Old Guy: So whachu do?)
Man I ran, cause he was hidin’ his left hand
turned out what he had was a Heineken keg can
(Old Guy: But how’d you know?)
How’d I know? Cause he chucked it at my head!
When I got around the block the blood hit my neck
(Bob: It wasn’t me!) I just wanted to get some milk for my Pops
‘cause I gotta have my Pops, so I stumbled in the Stop-N-Shop
almost bought the milk, somebody tossed a rock
in the store window, broke the glass (Bob: like Mazal Tov!)
Yeah…but the clerk chased after ‘em
I think it was a pack of kids, he left me kinda stranded with
no change for a ten, and he was gone for a while
left the drawer open so I reached in
just to get my change, and just my luck
some dumb cop runs in, busts my junk

Bob
All we do (all we do)
To just get by (to just get by)
Did you know (did you know)
That I can fly (that I can fly)
And then you see me (and then you see me)
Strapping up (strapping up)
Just don't touch (just don't touch)
The magic cup (the magic cup)

All we do (all we... hello?)
To just get by (crap, that's not a phone.)
Did you know (I got confused)
That I can fly (but it's okay)
And then you see me (they know how to reach me)
Strapping up (through the chip in my brain)
Just don't touch (they come from the depths of)
The magic cup (I don't know where)

Dialogue Segment
Businessman: BUT YOU KNOW… there is something UP with this bourbon. What’s the brand anyway?

Old Guy: Heh, maybe it’d help clarify things if I told you about MY week.

Businessman: but… what’s…

Old Guy: YOU SEE…

Old Guy
It started off on a Monday,
wakin’ up, crack of dawn,
actin’ just like there’s nothing wrong,
when the stench crept deep into my nostrils,
a vague recollection of a meeting gone hostile
My boss Jim, broke his hip, but he kept inaudible,
he’d been there for weeks, so it’s hardly applaudable
that it wreaked, and ever since, I’d forgotten to call the hospital!
(Businessman: Are you really that lazy, or are you just insane?)
I don’t know, but either way, that dude was messin’ up my day
so I was OUT! ‘cause corpses are lame
but I was low on cash, so I wrote up a plan,
I brought over Bob (Bob: Yo!) and tied his hand to Jim’s hand
And before long, between us, we had a marionette
and so we set off to his bank in his brand new Corvette
(Businessman: Wait, isn’t this the plot for Weekend at Bernie’s 2?)
Well it worked out just fine for them, didn’t it? (Businessman: True.)
but when we got in the bank it wasn’t too long
before we get to the teller and Jim’s whole head fell off!
(Businessman: Oh god!) So we picked it up and sped
back to my place, put him back under the bed
before jacking from his wallet, enough for booze for two
for an entire week, and if this plan sees through
I won’t recall a thing waking up, I’ll be plastered, see,
by then, I’d obtained true Zen mastery.

Bob
All we do (all we do)
To just get by (to just get by)
Did you know (did you know)
That I can fly (that I can fly)
And then you see me (and then you see me)
Strapping up (strapping up)
Just don't touch (just don't touch)
The magic cup (the magic cup)

All we do (all we do)
To just get by (to just get by)
Did you know (did you know)
That I can fly (that I can fly)
And then you see me (and then you see me)
Strapping up (strapping up)
Just don't touch (just don't touch)
The magic cup (the magic cup)

Businessman: YEAH!
Old Guy: STILL!

Dialogue Segment
Businessman: My god… You know you’re crazy, right? Maybe not as much as your friend here…

Bob: Disney poisons my water.

Businessman: But still... crazy.

Old Guy: I resent that remark, you know? I really do. Aside from that whole ordeal this week, I’m actually a well adjusted individual, fully capable of rational thought.

Businessman: Fair enough. So what’s the deal with this bourbon anyway?

Old Guy: It’s my pisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

Businessman: *spit take*

Bob: Morning on bourbon, ’08, Bob signin’ off!