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18 Countries (Demo)

from Carry On, Caulfield by Nowherebound

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18 Countries

Well I’ve played in eighteen countries,
but my teeth are fucking rotten.
In part for lack of dental care,
and in part from chewing coffins.
So sit on down, the drinks are steep,
the night is young, but your pocket’s deep,
I’ve got a hundred worn out stories you can keep

Well, I’m a friendly lunger, I ain’t that tough,
If my spirit flew,
It landed rough,
But I can still throw a hand or two
If you need me to
Like one night back in Germany,
This guy had pushed and I was me,
And I’d had enough in any language,
So I snapped

And a bouncer came to throw him out,
But his courtesy was met with shouts
From a slightly damaged German,
Who found and lost his nerve
Then Trevor tried to talk him out
I burned a smoke to calm back down
But a wiseman couldn’t save the man from
Himself

So we sent him home, a little worse for wear,
And the barroom cheered for clearer air,
Sent toasts to old St Pauli,
for the soccer and the beer.
And we sang the Roger’s battle cry
Then packed the van, and said goodbye,
I can still here them all singing, singing to themselves

And we fought, and crawled, and dreamed, and dug
And danced, and sang to those we loved
While we waltzed with sweet Matilda
in the sun
Well, we played the devil’s favorite spots
Sang every hymn with every sot,
Living life the way we wanna
With our friends

Well thank you friendly stranger for
this beer that’s made me friendly.
And stranger still, this pint of swill,
like my pockets have run empty.
But if another tale will fill the ale,
I’ll spin a yarn into a sail
And then mount it to this barstool,
chart memory lane.

Well I’ve given up, and given all,
I’ve taken flight and I’ve taken falls
But these vices keep me chasing
The summit of these walls
And sounds of life and brotherhood
In songs of loss on wire and wood,
Drag the hermit under stagelights, to
Find his wayward heart.

Then the road cried out for my love to roam
When my loved ones, all, had hit it
Walked tightropes, rode the slippery slopes,
But I don’t know how to quit it
Collect nights and friends, and storied ends
While I traded in old swords for pens
Authored pure heartfelt contrition,
Trading new songs for old sins

See I’ve played in 18 countries,
With the best friends life could offer
4 lifers busking foreign streets,
6 years of chewing coffins,
So sit on down, the drinks are steep,
The night’s still young, but your pocket’s deep,
Got 4 boys here with stories, waiting for a drink.

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from Carry On, Caulfield, released August 17, 2016

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Nowherebound Austin, Texas

Musical magnets for each other, this punk rock band ignited in 2010. They sing to you all over the world but always return home to their roots in Austin, Texas. Featuring members of Born To Lose and New Disaster, Nowherebound integrates traditional punk with rock and roll while weaving in threads of gritty country and folk. ... more

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