Lyrics: 

You make my sun —rise,
Turn my lows —high,
You make my seasons change, 
Like the ocean tides, and
You make living life, a breeze, and
I already knew,
From the moment —I met you,
To know — I’d love you, but I don’t 
Mind, sayin it once, or a hundred times 
So let’s rewind and — play it again

Cause, she’s my country soul,
Where I put my country, God,
And a little rock n roll, 
I found heaven, on a country road
But more than anything,
She’s my country soul

Can I tell you about those blue eyes
Or the taste of your cherub pies,
Both sweeter than the southern sky
And every night, I wish I could rewind
Cross my heart and hope to die, and
Money I don’t have much to give,
But if I did, 
I’d buy you the gates to heaven,
And walk you right in,
And I don’t have much to give,
But honey,
I can write you a love song

And every night, I wish I could rewind
And play it again, 
But I don’t have to tell you, and
You don’t have to tell —me
Cause I already knew,
From the moment,
These eyes found you,
I’d be writing you — a love song

Cause she’s my country soul,
Where I put my country, God,
And a little rock n roll, 
I found heaven, on a country road
But more than anything,
She’s my country soul

She’s my old town, slow
She’s a little stop and go, and
I see love right through her
In our kids eyes.
A little piece of heaven, fallin
For a damn lucky guy

Cause she’s my country soul,
Where I put my country, God,
And a little rock n roll, 
I found heaven, on a country road
But more than anything,
She’s my country soul

Songwriter: The Dizstorder

Country Soul

This song uses a lyrics motif around types of drinks that are related to curing the blues

Pour me a screwdriver, since
I’m already, gettin screwed,
Pour me a whiskey, straight, since
I’m already on the rocks, then

Pour me tequila,
Since I’ve already eaten the worm
Then pour me a martini clean,
since I’ve already had it dirty

Pour me a gin,
Cause, I could really use a tonic
Then pour me a shot of absinthe,
Cause, I already seen things that ain’t right

In this lyrics, ”bottom” is referenced like “rock bottom” things can’t get any deeper of shit.

Meet me at the bottom, whiskey diver,
Drop me an anchor, then take
All these troubles away, away
Whiskey diver,
Meet me at the bottom,
Drop me an anchor, then fire away.

Diver, is the person who troubled, meeting all the others at the bottom, and finally healing

Whiskey Diver (Demo)

Lyrics

Kickin every last beer can,
Up and down the road,
Killin time so I don’t get killed
At the show, up till I know daddy ain’t home

Ugly things can bump in the night,
And your daddy knows
Strange things, seem to happen at night,
So won’t you call me, when he puts out the light
Cause he’s shooting to kill
Shooting the strange, and then
Shooting the stranger.

I can take you by the hand,
And you can take me down
To the promised land, and
Honey, I don‘t much about pops,
Like you do,
But one thing I do know, is the man is
A straight shooter

Ugly things can bump in the night,
And your daddy knows
Strange things, seem to happen at night,
So won’t you call me, when he puts out the light
Cause he’s shooting to kill
Shooting the strange, and then
Shooting the stranger.

When I said ride, or die,
I didn’t mean, die tonight,
I meant turning the wheels,
TIll there ain’t nothing to feel
But when that shotgun loads,
I’ll be out on the road,
And the over hills,
Cause the squeaky wheel,
Gets you killed

Ugly things can bump in the night,
And your daddy knows
Strange things, seem to happen at night,
So won’t you call me, when he puts out the light
Cause he’s shooting to kill
Shooting the strange, and then
Shooting the stranger.

Songwriter: The Dizstorder

The Stranger (Demo)

Lyrics:

A Cowboy Don’t Quit

[Verse 1]
Waving at the stands,
Lasso in my hand,
Line in the sand,
Here we go again,
This cowboy takes a stand
And the bull turns a boy, into a man,
And, that just how life goes,
Living on out on the rodeo

[Chorus]
Hey Mr. Prick
Why don‘t you take your best shot
I hope you don’t miss,
Cause when the thumbtack hits the prick
You’re gonna wish,
You laid it down thick, when you’re on the way
Down below, at the rodeo show.

[Post-Chorus]
So, hey Mr. Prick
Why don‘t you take your best shot
I hope you don’t miss.
Cause a cowboy don’t quit

[Verse 2]
Mama says I oughta quit,
Bulleye on my back,
Like a death wish, but
Papa already knows
You better roll out the tombstone, cause
You can’t take a cowboy from his home,
So I’m goin in, and you better hope I don’t miss
Cause papa knows a cowboy can’t quit.

[Chorus]
Hey Mr. Prick
Why don‘t you take your best shot
I hope you don’t miss,
Cause when the thumbtack hits the prick
You’re gonna wish,
You laid it down thick, when you’re on the way
Down below, at the rodeo show.

[Post-Chorus]
So, hey Mr. Prick
Why don‘t you take your best shot
I hope you don’t miss.
Cause a cowboy don’t quit

[Verse 3]
Every cowboy knows,
Never piss off the wrong bull,
Or trip on your own bullshit,
When you lay it down thick
Before you do-si-do,
With a pissed off bull
Out on the rodeo

[Chorus]
So hey Mr. Prick
Why don‘t you take your best shot
I hope you don’t miss,
Cause when the thumbtack hits the prick
You’re gonna wish,
You laid it down thick, when you’re on the way
Down below, at the rodeo show.

[Post-Chorus]
So, hey Mr. Prick
Why don‘t you take your best shot
I hope you don’t miss,
Cause a cowboy don’t quit

Songwriter: The Dizstorder

A Cowboy Don’t Quit (Demo)

Modern Rock, if you like Arctic Monkeys, you’ll like this

The Money Tree

It ain’t the buzz, killin the trees 
It ain’t the birds, bringin the bees,
It ain’t the words, shootin the breeze
And it ain’t the money —that sticks to the leaf.

You say it ain’t the money,
Then —why you plantin the seeds?
You say it ain’t the money,
While shakin the tree
Then when push comes to shove
You down,
How many bunnies are stickin around?
As the Autumn leaves are turnin brown
Will you pick em up, as they’re fallin down,
Plant the roots, or find another tree
But she says she loves me,

Up until she shakes the leaves
And tells me, what I want to believe,
Then climbs up another money tree
Cause honey, it ain’t the money
That sticks to the leaf.

You say it’s all for love,
Till the walls come tumblin down,
You say it ain’t the money,
But you’re seekin a crown,
You say it ain’t the money
That brings the honey
And that’s what you really
Tell yourself honey,
That it ain’t the money, that sticks to the ground

It ain’t the ground, under my feet,
It ain’t the crowd tappin the beat,
It ain’t the money bringin me relief,
It ain’t the bunnies, hoppin their feet,

You say it ain’t the money,
Then why you plantin the seeds?
You say it ain’t the money,
While shakin the tree,
Well honey, it ain’t the money
That sticks to the leaf.

You say it ain’t the money,
Then why you plantin the seeds?
You say it ain’t the money,
While shakin the tree,
Well honey, it ain’t the money
That sticks to the leaf.

Money Tree (Demo)

This song “Less is More” is about settling scores, and taking an eye for eye, and in that regards less is more, and that’s for the better. Inspired by Bob Marley’s musical efforts to inspire peace in Jamaica which was undergoing violent political conflicts in the 70s.

Less is More (Demo)

3 O’Clock on a Wednesday (Demo) by The Dizstorder 

This song is country in roots, but it sounds very much like a 
RollingStones song, check it out if you’re in tune, and tuned in 🐎🤠🌵🎸

And now I’m done with thinking
About how you’ll break me the news
So I already started drinkin
Yeah and I’m already singing
It’s 3 o’clock on a Wednesday
And I’m already drinking the blooze

Thanks for the multi-gallon sized inspired to finish this one 
@PostMalone, cowboy, see you at the rodeo show  😆🤠🌵🎸

3 O’Clock on a Wednesday (Demo)

13 Years Studio Take One, Remixed Vocals MTV

Only took me 13 years,
To get away
From this maze, asylum
Bleed, you, won’t stop
Bleeding me away

Into the night
Into the night

I’ll deliver, your bleach,
To stain your pain
I’ll stand, for you, deliver
Your truth, is divided
Twisted, you stir away
The disciples, praying
You go away

Into the night
Into the night

Into the night
Hungry beasts are feeding
Concrete, jungles
Hiding in plain view,
Wearing black suits
Coming to take you away

Into the Night (Studio Preview)

[Verse]
Now you trippin harder than the price of an admission,
where you got a speedy pass
I cruise thru like a mission, in the same vein,
Dropping bullets through the window pane.
Pop pop, you yappin off.
Chump size you bitin off,
We callin a mutiny to capsize
Now we thrown off.

[Verse]
Like your momma beat you in the streets
harder than I beat that pussy in the sheets. 
Don’t even need to call you out.
You already got my name in yo mouth.
And probably not the only dude. Cumin out. 

[Chorus]
Natalie, poppin off. She be callin y’all
Speed dial. one, two, three, fuck wit me.
I’ll show you pop starts, pop on, pop off, then
Straight com-in from special K mart.
It’s a lost art. Call me givenchy,
cause you gonna miss me,
Then call me da Vinci,
cause you gonna miss me

[Bridge]
Every time it’s a show down
I throw the hoedown
You better slow down, cause

[Verse]
I brought the lines for your clown art,
I brought the black mark
It's a sharp line, goin full black cat sized
Now my bum is on your lips
My bum is on your lips.
Why not give it a Hershey kiss?

[Chorus]
I got you on speed dial 123 fuck around
And find out, 6ft in the underground
Straight com-in from special K mart.
It’s a lost art. Call me Givenchy,
Cause you gonna miss me,
Then call me da Vinci,
Cause you gonna miss key

[Verse]
You want a pop tart.
Fruity in between, while I’m riding super clean.
I’m a pop start, cause I don’t stop.
I take you to the dry clean.
Cause I stay mean, tumble dry lean.
Take your money, like a vending machine.
Sip on rose, with a Rosary. She don’t know me.
But she knows me from my dry clean.
You don’t know me, so keep my name clean from your root clean.
When ya dentist even know me. Cause I stay clean, Natalie. 

[Chorus]
Straight comin from special K mart.
It’s a lost art. call me givenchy, 
Cause you gonna miss me
Then call me da Vinci,
Cause you’re gonna miss me

[Outro]

Not sayin im a prophet,
but if im gonna off it,
black enough to top it,
and white enough to profit.
Quick enough to shock,
Big enough to cock it.
I call the shots, and I’m
Gonna pop it, like a pop star,
Want to pop start?

Pop Star

Multi-genre artist and songwriter based out of Nashville, TN. Checkout behind the music clips and songwriting discussion on X and IG.

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