Upbeat, gritty country rock meets heartbreak and late nights. “Alcoholic” hits hard but feels good — a singalong anthem for anyone who’s been stuck between moving on and giving in.

Alcoholic

Пісня на вірш Пантелеймона Куліша «Гульвіса». Багато хто знає вірш Єсєніна про московського гуляку — а чи знаєте ви українського Гульвісу, який обрав свою волю? Не всі історії про любов закінчуються під вінцем. Ця — за келихом.
Класична поезія. Фольклор. Грубий ритм. Гірка правда. І мужня усмішка крізь сльози.
Слухай і знай своє.

Гульвіса (Пантелеймон Куліш)

(verse 1 female)
You come home smellin like you haven’t warshed in 20 years
A wiskey bottle in one hand, in your arm a case of beer                             
You stand there for a moment, and contemplate the door
You take one step and like a tree, fall face first to the floor

(chorus 1 male)
“Sombody Help Me!” 
Well I’m three sheets to the wind, just call my next of kin
Please take this bottle and knock me over the head
When she finds out the score, she’ll kill me that’s for shore                                   
Cause I’m through my friend, I’m three sheets to the wind            

(verse 2 female)
Well I’m tired of draggin you to bed and cleanin up the floor
I’m tired of waitin up all night so’s I can hear you snore
This ain’t how life’s supposed to be, your chips I’m cashin in                
You come home drinkin one more time and I’ma gonna do you in     

(bridge male)
“Now What Am I Gonna Do?” 
Somewhere one drink turned into twelve
I just don’t remember how
And as soon as she finds out by God                                                                     
She’s gonna have a cow!       

(chorus 2 male and female)
(male)
Cause I’m three sheets to the wind, just call my next of kin                                 
(female)
“Just call his next of kin”        
(male)
Please take this bottle and knock me over the head
(female)
“I’ll knock him over the head”
(male)
When she finds out the score, she’ll kill me that’s for shore
(female)
“I’ll kill him that’s for shore”
(male)
Cause I’m through my friend, I’m three sheets to the wind
(female)
“Cause he’s through my friend he’s three sheets to the wind”
(male)
When she finds out the score, she’ll kill me that’s for shore
(female)
“I’ll kill him that’s for shore” 
(male)
Cause I’m through my friend, I’m three sheets to the wind
(female)
“Cause he’s through my friend, he’s three sheets to the wind”
(male)
Cause I’m through my friend, I’m three sheets to the wind
(female)
“Cause he’s through my friend, he’s three sheets to the wind”     

  

©      8/98   J. Michael Tracy   All Rights Reserved                                                             


3 sheets to the wind  (s)

A fun, good time country song about a good ol' country boy. Buy it for a dollar!
https://rwpettis.bandcamp.com/track/country-buck

Song Title: Country Buck
Lyrics by: Robert Pettis
Music by: AI-assisted composition by RW Pettis
Produced by: RW Pettis
Copyright: © 2025 Robert Pettis

Country Buck

An old school country song about a guy and the girl he is lucky to have.

Song Title: Bad Decisions
Lyrics by: Robert Pettis
Music by: AI-assisted composition by RW Pettis
Produced by: RW Pettis
Copyright: © 2025 Robert Pettis

Bad Decisions

Lovely backing track provided by ==> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fadJWSA1EcU

WAITIN’ ON ANOTHER WAR
Havin’ nobody to drink with these days
Makes me wanna drink, drink some more
‘Cuz just like everybody else in this world
I’m waitin’ on another war

CHORUS
Waitin’ on another war
Waitin’ on another war
Makes me wanna drink, drink some more
Waitin’, waitin’ on another war

Today is Independence Day, USA
False Flag today, people swore
While things seem pretty quiet over here
Israel’s probably started another war

CHORUS
Waitin’ on another war
Waitin’ on another war
Makes me wanna drink, drink some more
Waitin’, waitin’ on another war

Ooooh-ooooh, ooooh-ooooh
Ooooh-ooooh, ooooh-ooooh

And as the drumbeats, drumbeats draw closer
Pour myself another and another drink
As the drumbeats, drumbeats draw closer
All that’s left is time to think, time to shrink

CHORUS
Waitin’ on another war
Waitin’ on another war
Makes me wanna drink some more
Waitin’, waitin’, waitin’ on another war

Havin’ nobody to drink with these days
Makes me wanna drink, drink some more
‘Cuz just like everybody else in this world
I’m waitin’ on another war

CHORUS
Yeah, waitin’ on another war
We’re all waitin’ on another war
And don’t it make you wanna drink some more?
Waitin’ on another war..

© 2025 Renee La Chapelle – All Rights Reserved

WAITIN’ ON ANOTHER WAR

I'm Nineteen Now 07042025

A slower, pedal-steel-driven country song blending humor and heartache. "I Drink Because" delivers a classic honky-tonk vibe with witty, self-deprecating lyrics and a laid-back groove, perfect for barroom scenes and lighthearted storytelling moments.

I Drink Because

A fast-paced Celtic pub folk song sung by a cheerful rogue with more stories than sense.
Set across wild moors, misty coastlines, and misadventures that leave a smile, this song is a toast to all who live loud, love wildly, and laugh when the road kicks back.
Raise your glass and sing along.

Final shout:
“Mind your boots, chase the wind, kiss what kisses back—
and if the road kicks you, thank it for the story!”

[LYRICS]

So here’s to dreams that don’t behave!
To winds that blow and roads that rave!
I’ve kissed the storms and cursed the rain
Then danced them back to life again!

I left my town with boots half-torn,
A wink, a grin, a shirt well-worn.
A loaf, a coin, a note that said:
“Don't wait for me — I’m chasing red.”

And what did I say? Go chase it anyway!

I fell in love near Galway Bay,
She stole my heart — then sailed away.
She kept my shoe, I kept her name,
And both still pinch me just the same.

Did I learn? Not a thing!

So here’s to dreams that don’t behave!
To winds that blow and roads that rave!
I’ve kissed the storms and cursed the rain
Then danced them back to life again!

I slept one night inside a barn,
With one old priest and one young cow.
We all agreed: it wasn’t bad.
He prayed, she mooed, I dreamt like mad.

Would I do it all again? In a blink!

I climbed a cliff to see the stars,
Got stuck between the sheep and scars.
I sang till dawn, then slipped and flew
The moon just winked and caught me too.

So here’s to dreams that don’t behave!
To winds that blow and roads that rave!
I’ve kissed the storms and cursed the rain
Then danced them back to life again!

I’ve crossed the moors, I’ve kissed the mist,
Been chased for things I might have missed.
But joy’s a thing you cannot save—
It runs with dreams that misbehave!

So here’s to dreams that don’t behave!
To winds that blow and roads that rave!
I’ve kissed the storms and cursed the rain
Then danced them back to life again!

So here’s to dreams that don’t behave!
To winds that blow and roads that rave!
I’ve kissed the storms and cursed the rain
Then danced them back to life again!

Then danced them back to life again!
Then danced them back to—LIFE AGAIN!

So Here’s to Dreams That Don’t Behave – A Celtic Toast for Wanderers, Fools & Fiery Friends (Lyrics)

Bar song about living a hard drinking life

Song Title: Nine Lives
Lyrics by: Robert Pettis
Music by: AI-assisted composition by RW Pettis
Produced by: RW Pettis
Copyright: © 2025 Robert Pettis

Nine Lives

LYRICS:
One, here comes the two, 
To the three to the four
Everybody drunk 
Out on the pub floor now
Everybody in the pub 
Gettin' hammered
Now everybody in the pub 
Gettin' hammered

My baby want a Guinness pint, 
She's been tellin' me all night long
Petrol and fish and chips, 
The list goes on and on
This nine-to-five ain't workin', 
Why the hell do I work so hard
I can't worry 'bout my worries, 
I can't take 'em when I'm gone
Mmm mmm

One, here comes the two, 
To the three to the four
Tell 'em "Bring another round, 
We need plenty more!"
Tap dancing on the table, 
She don't need a dance floor
Oh my, good God

Someone pour me up a 
Double shot of Puppuccino
They know me and Jack Daniel's 
Bad for my spleen, ohh
There's a party downtown 
Near Oxford Street

Everybody at the pub 
Gettin' hammered 
Everybody at the pub 
Gettin' hammered 

Everybody at the pub 
Gettin' hammered 
Everybody at the pub 
Getting hammered

I've been gassy since I've left, 
I ain't changin' for a check
Tell my ma I ain't forget 
(oh, Jesus)
I woke up drunk at ten, 
We gonna do this shite again
Tell your girl to bring a friend 
(oh, Mary, Jesus, and Moses)

One, here comes the two, 
To the three to the four
Tell 'em "Bring another round, 
We need plenty more"
Irish jiggin' on the table, 
She don't need a dance floor
Oh my, good God

Someone pour me up 
A double shot of gin juice 
(double shot of gin juice)
They know me and a G and T, 
Got a thorough history 
(way back)
There's a party downtown 
Near Oxford Street 
(okay, let's go)

Everybody at the pub 
Gettin' hammered 
(at the pub gettin' wasted)

Everybody at the pub 
Gettin' hammered 

One, here comes the two, 
To the three to the four
When it's last call, 
And they kick us out the door
It's gettin' kind of late, 
But me ladies want some more
Oh my, good God 
(tell 'em drinks are on the Royal Queen, who's living in a fuckin' palace, 
with 775 bloody.......

Someone pour me up a 
Double shot of bourbon 
(double shot of bourbon)
They know me and the bourbon 
Got a hell of a history 
(way back)
There's a party downtown 
Near Oxford Street 
(come on)

Everybody at the pub 
Gettin' hammered 
(whoo-ooh)
I'm plastered

Someone pour me up a 
Double shot of British Royal Navy Rum 
(double shot of British Royal Navy Rum)
They know me and 
British Royal Navy Rum got a history 
(it's fifty pounds a bottle, you wanker)
At the bottom of a bottle, 
Don't miss me 
(ya' tossers don't miss me)

Everybody at the pub 
Gettin' hammered 
At the pub gettin' slizzard

Everybody at the pub 
Gettin' plastered
Everybody at the pub 
Gettin' hammered 

That's bloody fuckin' messed up, mate.
They kicked me out of the goddamn pub.

What's the matter with these ,
Plonkers and Twits?...
Dear Jesus, Mary, and Joseph

{British Shaboozy walks outside the pub, gets in a cab, then searches for a new pub to get rehammered, replastered and slizzard all over again}




HAMMERED (A Pub Song) / British Shaboozy

Fame Studio recorded demo that points out the awesomeness of Rum Runners

Rum Runner Demo

whiskey bottles

“She Likes It Rough (My BNS Ute)” is a cheeky, Slim Dusty-inspired bush ballad turned full-blown B&S party anthem. It’s a rowdy singalong dedicated to the love between an Aussie and his battered old ute — complete with beer in the tray, stickers on the bumper, and a chorus made for shouting at the pub. Packed with naughty humour, campfire yarns, and a tongue-in-cheek nod to outback romance, this track will have the crowd stomping boots, raising stubbies, and yelling along ‘til sunrise.

Me and My BNS Root (Ute)

Rock guitars meet club kicks in a rowdy, feel-good banger about friends, toasts and harmless chaos. Chant it loud, spill a little laughter, and let the night run wild. Perfect for party playlists, gym hype and Friday pre-game.

Blessed by the Brew (TBCC)

“Life’s Too Short” is a laid-back country anthem that mixes humor, whiskey wisdom, and sing-along energy. Johnny Vaughn delivers a barroom story you can raise a glass to — from neon nights to reckless laughs, this track is all about living now and leaving flat soda behind.

“Life’s Too Short” ist eine entspannte Country-Hymne voller Humor, Whiskey-Weisheit und mitreißender Energie. Johnny Vaughn erzählt eine Barroom-Story zum Mitsingen – von Neonlichtern und wilden Nächten. Ein Song über das Hier und Jetzt – und warum das Leben zu kurz für schales Soda ist.

Life’s Too Short

Woke up late, boots by the door
Phone’s blowin’ up, but I just ignore
Truck needs gas, but my wallet’s thin
Still grinnin’ like a fool, let the good times in

Ain’t no use in chasin’ worry
It don’t age like wine, it just tastes blurry

Life’s too short to drink flat soda
Too short to wait till the night is over
Life’s too short
Flat soda’s dead
Give me a glass
Of fire instead

Neon lights in a run-down bar
Singin’ off key to a beat-up guitar
Friends pile in, and the night feels right
We’re dancin’ on the tables till we lose the fight

Tomorrow’s hangover can stand in line
Right now we’re drunk on feelin’ fine

Life’s too short to drink flat soda
Don’t waste time till the party’s over
Raise your glass
Let the good times roll
Sing it loud
Let it shake your soul

If the bottle’s done, there’s another round
We’ll keep singing till we shake this town

Life’s too short to drink flat soda
We ain’t waiting on tomorrow
Raise your glass
Let the whiskey flow
Sing it loud
Let the whole world know

Life’s too short… to drink flat soda


Life's too short

lean_in_the_park_pt1 (Prodby. MOLTAR)

[Verse 1]
Anh em lên bàn, chai rượu bật nắp,
Cười như điên, quên hết chuyện tạp.
Say tới sáng, kệ mẹ ngày mai,
Sống có một lần, thì chơi cho thoải mái!

[Pre-Chorus]
Mày buồn thì uống, mày vui cũng dzô,
Cuộc đời chó chết, đừng để nó kéo mày xuống hố.
Đập ly vô bàn, tiếng vang như pháo,
Anh em máu mặt, tối nay quậy náo!

[Chorus]
Một shot! (Dzô!) Hai shot! (Dzô!)
Say con mẹ nó, khỏi lo ngày mốt.
Ba shot! (Dzô!) Bốn shot! (Dzô!)
Uống tới ói máu, vẫn cười như chó!

[Verse 2]
Mấy thằng bạn nhậu, mặt đỏ như tôm,
Chửi thề loạn xạ, hát rap trong phòng.
Đời lắm drama, nhưng rượu là thuốc,
Đ** mẹ hết buồn, khi bia còn tuôn xuống!

[Pre-Chorus]
Mày khóc thì uống, mày cười cũng dzô,
Cạn hết chai này, cho đời thêm khốn nạn vô.
Ly này cho tình, ly này cho tiền,
Ly cuối cùng… cho hết cái điên!

[Chorus]
Một shot! (Dzô!) Hai shot! (Dzô!)
Say con mẹ nó, khỏi lo ngày mốt.
Ba shot! (Dzô!) Bốn shot! (Dzô!)
Uống tới ói máu, vẫn cười như chó!

[Outro]
Anh em tao sống kiểu chơi ngu,
Say quên cả đời, nhưng nhớ… “dzô, dzô, dzô!”

=======================
English Lyrics
"Drink Till We Die"

[Verse 1]
Brothers at the table, bottles popping open,
Laughing like maniacs, forget all the bullshit.
Drink till morning, fuck tomorrow’s pain,
We live only once, so go insane!

[Pre-Chorus]
You’re sad? Then drink. You’re happy? Then drink.
Life’s a fucking dog, don’t let it drag you to the brink.
Smash the glass on the table, echo like a bomb,
My brothers go hardcore, tonight we storm!

[Chorus]
One shot! (Dzô!) Two shots! (Dzô!)
Drunk as fuck, don’t care about tomorrow.
Three shots! (Dzô!) Four shots! (Dzô!)
Drink till we puke blood, still laughing like assholes!

[Verse 2]
My drinking crew, faces red as shrimp,
Cussing like crazy, rapping drunk in the crib.
Life’s full of drama, but booze is the cure,
Fuck all the sadness, when the beer still pours!

[Pre-Chorus]
You cry? Then drink. You laugh? Then drink.
Empty this bottle, let more madness sink.
This glass for love, this one for cash,
The last glass… for all our fucking trash!

[Chorus]
One shot! (Dzô!) Two shots! (Dzô!)
Drunk as fuck, don’t care about tomorrow.
Three shots! (Dzô!) Four shots! (Dzô!)
Drink till we puke blood, still laughing like assholes!

[Outro]
We live reckless, dumb but free,
Drunk, forget the world, but remember

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We are a Bakersfield-inspired band playing “California-Country Music”, based on the life, travels and songs of Attila Viola, inspired by the Masters who came before us like Merle Haggard, Dwight Yoakam, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Paycheck, and more. Our music sticks to the script of the traditional Bakersfield Sound, but also blends in some very hard and strong guitar work as well as a more contemporary, very high-energy backbeat. We play shows from Barrooms to County Fairs to Private Shows and everything else in between.

I write original lyrics and melodies, and use AI production tools to create Demos. I would much rather make them with real humans. Contact me if you're interested in making real music.

I am a furniture designer and maker with a passion for music and songwriting. While my main profession is in furniture manufacturing, I have been writing lyrics for many years as a creative outlet. My writing is inspired by everyday emotions, personal experiences, and visual aesthetics—often influenced by my design background.

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I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

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My name is John Michael Tracy I write songs, jmtsongs.com , love photography, hunting, fishing and all of the outdoors. I was born on Jan. 11, 1957 in Elmira, NY.  I’m the oldest of six children, and my family lived, for most of my youth, in Athens, PA., which is right across the border from Upstate New York.   
	My parents had me take piano lessons when I was a kid, and when I was a teenager, I taught myself to play guitar.  Some friends and I had a country band, and we played local spots for a while.
	In my early twenties, I bought a 4-track recorder and enjoyed playing and recording songs that I liked from the Eagles, Jim Croce, Lobo, David Gates and Bread, Dan Fogelberg, etc.  I sent the recordings to my Grandfather, who had a band when he was young and performed all over upstate Pennsylvania and New York.  One day he asked me why I didn’t write my own songs.  The thought had never occurred to me, but once I’d considered it, it sounded like a great idea, and I told him that I bet I could do it.  
	After the first hundred songs or so, I called a few record companies to let them know that there was a new talent ready to take over the songwriting world, and they suggested I join NSAI first to help me hone my craft.  So I did.  In the mean time, I was sending quite a few of my songs to Washington to be copyrighted.
	A Publisher/Writer named Donn Hecht (most famous for co-writing Patsy Cline’s “Walkin’ After Midnight”) had someone working for him in Washington that noticed the number of songs I was copywriting.  Donn contacted me and asked me to send him some material. I did. He became my publisher, mentor and friend until his death in October 2002. He taught me more about songwriting and the business than anyone I’ve ever met.
	In the Spring of 2000, I wrote a song called “The South’ll Rise Again” and sent it to the nationally syndicated “The John Boy and Billy Big Show” as a gift, never imagining they’d ever do anything with it.  They were impressed enough to play it on the air, and it has been on their “Best Of” shows ever since.
	After the terrorist attacks of 9/11, I wrote a song called “Give’m Hell U.S.A.”  and  sent it to President George Bush and some of his staff.  Both President Bush and his Chief of Staff, Andrew Card, responded with really nice thank you notes. 
	I’m also a member of the local and National GTO clubs, own a 1970 Judge, and have written several “hot rod” songs that get regular play at many car shows and cruise-ins.
           My wife Kathy and I lived and worked in Nashville for a year and met many wonderful artists and songwriters who inspired and encouraged me.
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The band currently consists of two members, both living within the same body, sharing a similar existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused. However, both are extremely and unapologetically sincere. 

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