Only 10k? For this level of trash I need more

Lavender Shake

This song is what happens when chillwave accidentally orders a jangle pop nostalgia flight, spills it into a dub echo chamber, and then politely apologizes to the bartender for feeling too much.

It’s a track about the most dangerous hour of the week — that awkward no-man’s-land between six and seven, where Friday hasn’t decided if it loves you yet, the pub smells like wet coats and unfinished lives, and the beer… well… might already be dead.

No heroes here.
No beautiful waitress.
Just an expired bottle, an angry face, and a young narrator confidently drinking the wrong thing at exactly the wrong moment — which, in hindsight, turns out to be perfect.

Musically, it drifts like nicotine smoke:

lazy chillwave pads humming in the background

jangle guitars ringing like thoughts you almost followed

dubby delays that let every memory ferment a little longer than it should

Lyrically, it’s funny in that “oh wow, that’s uncomfortably accurate” way. The kind of funny that doesn’t laugh out loud — it smirks, takes a sip, and realizes too late that some things don’t come with warnings.

This isn’t a song about beer.
It’s about learning that time lies, that not everything is supposed to taste nice, and that the first quiet disappointment often ends up being the most honest drink you’ll ever have.

Best enjoyed:
🍺 not expired
🕕 between six and seven
🍂 preferably in autumn
🕯️ with the lights already giving up

No refunds. No smiles. Just vibes that linger longer than the foam.

Lyrics:

Clock above the bar was lying to me
Or maybe I was lying to it
Friday breathing through nicotine walls
Autumn scraping its shoes outside

It was somewhere between six and seven
That dangerous hour before the night decides
The pub smelled like damp coats and patience
And songs nobody finished writing

She put the bottle down without a word
Label peeling like a tired confession
Her face was angry, not beautiful
Like the truth when it doesn’t ask permission

I didn’t check the date
I never checked the signs
I learned that later in life
When everything already expired

The expired beer I had more than thirty years ago
Tasted like time refusing to move on
The expired beer I had more than thirty years ago
Wasn’t poison — just proof I was young and wrong

Outside the light had already given up
Streetlamps rehearsing their small halos
Leaves dragging themselves across the pavement
Like thoughts I’d never follow

The bottle was warm in my shaking hand
Foam collapsing faster than belief
I drank it slow, like a dare
Like I was testing the limits of relief

She wiped the counter with unnecessary force
As if erasing someone else’s regret
I wanted to say something clever
But I only ordered silence instead

The expired beer I had more than thirty years ago
Still foams somewhere behind my eyes
The expired beer I had more than thirty years ago
Didn’t make me sick — it just taught me time lies

I thought expiration dates were for bottles
Not for dreams, not for nights, not for me
I thought Fridays would last forever
And anger was just another personality

Now every bar feels cleaner
And every drink explains too much
But nothing tastes as real
As that first quiet disappointment I touched

Between six and seven is a fragile country
No longer day, not yet forgiven by night
You can still turn back, they tell you
But you never do — not if you’re right

She never smiled, and I respect that now
Some truths don’t exist to please
She served me something already over
And I learned how memory ferments quietly

The expired beer I had more than thirty years ago
Was a lesson poured without advice
The expired beer I had more than thirty years ago
Was the first thing in my life that didn’t taste nice

If I pass that pub, it’s something else now
Brighter lights, better signs
But I still order that exact moment
Between six and seven
In autumn
When the light stopped trying
And neither did I

The Expired Beer I Had More Than 30 Years Ago

Hotline Paint

i barely had to do anything so have a bonus WRLD joke

theyre the same key and the same progression has this been made already

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I might make a video for this but probably not since that takes effort

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Happy National Coming Out Day! Don't ever be afraid of being proud of who you are!

Well I start college tomorrow I might be staggering on uploads but we'll see i guess
Sources:
One-T ft. Cool-T - The Magic Key 
Eminem - The Real Slim Shady 
Phineas and Ferb OST - Ain't Got Rhythm
Aaron Carter - That's How I Beat Shaq
Boyinaband & TheOdd1sOut - Life is Fun
Caravan Palace - Lone Digger
Coolio - Gangsta's Paradise
Finger Eleven - Paralyzer
Iyaz - Replay
B.o.B ft. Hayley Williams - Airplanes
Bruno Mars - 24k Magic
Doja Cat, Nicki Minaj - Say So
Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg - The Next Episode

theyre the same key and the same progression has this been made already

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