Whiskey from Storytelling ep by Fres Thao

So bartender, give me a triple shot to remember
A bit under the weather, down without the feathers
The blues got me, the boose is obviously
Fluid in the bloodstreams fuel for this body
Conversations, face to face I’m dazed and
Confused and amazed at the same moment I choose
To / erase / what I’m holding
The potion / elixir in the fist of the mister ~
Wizard of odd, with high, hopes and a pitcher ~
Crack open the barrel of the shotgun hero
Jesse james and the giant peach on the barstool
Glass on the lips of the one they call / a fool
Pass you a tip for feeding the cesspool ~
See up until it’s past happy hour I’mma stay cool
Small talk with a tall one til they hear me -
Bourbon whiskey, shot of scotch and beer please

Bourbon whiskey, shot of scotch and beer please
That’s all I need when I’m fishing the high seas
Cigarette smoking, polluting the air see
Bourbon whiskey, shot of scotch and beer please
Bourbon whiskey, shot of scotch and beer please
That’s all I need, a triple shot to fix me
An alcoholic and if you ever meet me
Bourbon whiskey, shot of scotch and beer please

Heels over head, dead bolts on the neck
Stitches in the forehead, holding in my / breath
Tongue bit with fangs, blood dripping and draining -
The life out the psycho angelic conscience
White picket fences, green / fields of nothing ~
Tumbleweeds crumbling, rolling over the hill
Seldom see summers that remain beautiful ~
Home of the landfill / garbage disposal
World on the shoulders, ready to sink or swim
Instead I come to a conclusion that / I drink ~
Sooner but later I might be needing to go home
Barstools warm / I haven’t gotten to know you _
Lady from a stranger with a short memory
Let me acquaint you with the taste ```
No vodka, tequila – rum - gin or brandy
Just a bourbon whiskey, shot of scotch and beer please

(Now) if you see me stumbling, it’s a sign of relief _
At the bar with another story to bore you with
The warrior with a holy grail full of grains -
The 80 proof with no chaser to the brain
Jim beam and Johnny walker helping me move on
Jukebox music player singing a new song
I’m a laid back fella so quit all of that yelling
Keep the drinks coming til the room starts spinning -
Hell in case you didn’t know, I’m on a mission ~
Free the soul from the mind frame and listen
Keep the train on track
whistling from a distance
Til the liver collapse, filling myself with liquor
dirty up the sleeves, you can call me hopeless
motto of the bold, illustrate and focus
I’m not just hungry, I’m a little bit thirsty
Bourbon whiskey, shot of scotch and beer please

• Baker's Club
• Clan 19
• Fres Thao
• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Hmong
• Hmoob
• Illegoaliens
• Poetry
• Pupils of the Storm
• Spoken Word
• Truthtellers
• Minnesota