Sunny Meadow

"Pint of Old Whore"

Might be things I like more

But by now I know what in life is and ain't for

A man like me

Take time t'see

Stepped back for years and observed the whole scene

Tried to kill my ego, before it killed me

Pulled out the game, I was all out at sea

Now I roll with the punches; they're all part of life

Wanna have a good time, you gotta pay the price

You find peace in solitude, but that's about it

Modern life is torture and it ain't about shit

Modern life is beautiful if you know how to look

Wisin' up is realisin' you don't need the book

To cook, to fly, just try 'fore you die

And try not to let ya best years pass ya by

Sunny Meadow

Beer of the Month

Such a sad day; Duan's dead

She lay down her weary head

But never woke and got out of bed

She stayed asleep forever instead

The spirits got her and took her away

In no state to stop 'em and say,

"I'm not ready, I want to stay!"

Or maybe it was just her time and day

Happiness is hard to find

We never truly know others' minds

Or see the demons they despise

Or understand their tangled lives

Such a sad day; Duan's dead

She lay down her weary head

But didn't wake and get out of bed

She's gone to play with the angels instead

Sunny Meadow

I've made peace with my oldest friend

I've found happiness in the jangly blend

It took a long time, but I finally got there

Frustration was born out of things that are not there

Disappointment was my fault, not theirs

The rot seemed impenetrable, now it's just not there

The weight's off my shoulders, the streets are a meadow

Cruisin' on my bike like the flytiest fellow

I'm happy to see you, I love you all

Now I see your psyche, the invisible wall

Now I know my place, this the place to call

Home; it'll all be as cool as school

It'll never be boring, so I'll never be bored

I won't be lonely anymore, of that I'm sure

I used to think the apple was rotten to the core

Now I don't try to eat the apple anymore

Now I grow my own fruit, I love my pears

I focus on mine, I don't worry bout theirs

No need to escape, life's great in reality

My mood is untethered and full of vitality

They knew their place, now I know mine

I've found peace after loads of time

I've made sense of the jangly blend

I'm truly happy now with my oldest friend

Sunny Meadow

I got no woman, three bicycles

I go to two bars and three restaurants

I got three friends, I drink three gins on weekdays; at the weekend

I drink five or six, play classic hits

At my friend's bar, on the wotsit

Got money in the bank and gas in the tank; but nobody wants a ride

When I was young, I didn't know love'd be so hard to find

I've got a million thoughts and a hundred options

No idea about the opposite sex

Some success, a few regrets

No clue 'bout what is next

Don't know how many years left

But pretty sure 'bout what I won't get

Got money in the bank and gas in the tank; to me, the tide is high

To her and all the others I know, the sea is sand and dry

Sunny Meadow