🇺🇸 WHEN THE BAR CLOSES (Blues)
Style: Epic Powerful Electric Blues Rock, virtuoso crying electric guitar, heavy high-gain sustain, roaring Hammond B3 Organ, driving rock drums, gritty male whiskey vocals, emotional belting, stadium blues, heartbreak, 75 BPM.
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🇺🇸 WHEN THE BAR CLOSES (Blues)
Style: Epic Powerful Electric Blues Rock, virtuoso crying electric guitar, heavy high-gain sustain, roaring Hammond B3 Organ, driving rock drums, gritty male whiskey vocals, emotional belting, stadium blues, heartbreak, 75 BPM.
Creator: CaronteRelease Date: March 26, 2026
Lyrics
Lyrics: Caronte 2026
Podcast: go.ivoox.com/sq/2330386
https://www.youtube.com/@TheCaronteSongbook
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THE SONG WHEN THE BAR CLOSES
It's three in the morning, a Tuesday that lingers
The smoke from my Lucky fades out through my fingers
Two tired old oxen are dragging my bed
Close to your window, to where I am led
The heavy fog covers the dirty old panes
While the radio plays those familiar refrains
With batteries dying, it hums a sad tune
Mixing up chords and the lies of the moon
You step in so slowly, you don't even knock
Between every kiss, watching time on the clock
You tell me "I love you" to keep the slate clean
But it's an "I love you" that you never mean
Your fingers keep tracing an ancient old chord
Upon these six strings, my only reward
And I, a tough guy with a stone-cold face...
End up just crying right here in this place...
You, dancing my soul in a two-quarter beat
Stripping me down in a portrait so sweet
Knowing me better than my own dark shadow
Though I don't know if my soul even follows
You, living inside me when hours grow late
Making me miss you while sealing my fate
You are the song when they're closing the door
And I keep on dancing, my glass on the floor
Maybe tomorrow, when morning brings light
I'll find you were only a ghost of the night
But as long as I have a last dime in my coat
I'll keep on repeating this stubborn old note
You, dancing my soul in a two-quarter beat
Stripping me down in a portrait so sweet
Knowing me better than my own dark shadow
You, living inside me when hours grow late
You are the song when they're closing the door
And I keep on dancing, my glass on the floor
And you...
With that rhythm that nobody knows
So distant, ethereal, yet so close...
And you...
Who doesn't even see
That inside this song, is where I cease to be...
Podcast: go.ivoox.com/sq/2330386
https://www.youtube.com/@TheCaronteSongbook
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THE SONG WHEN THE BAR CLOSES
It's three in the morning, a Tuesday that lingers
The smoke from my Lucky fades out through my fingers
Two tired old oxen are dragging my bed
Close to your window, to where I am led
The heavy fog covers the dirty old panes
While the radio plays those familiar refrains
With batteries dying, it hums a sad tune
Mixing up chords and the lies of the moon
You step in so slowly, you don't even knock
Between every kiss, watching time on the clock
You tell me "I love you" to keep the slate clean
But it's an "I love you" that you never mean
Your fingers keep tracing an ancient old chord
Upon these six strings, my only reward
And I, a tough guy with a stone-cold face...
End up just crying right here in this place...
You, dancing my soul in a two-quarter beat
Stripping me down in a portrait so sweet
Knowing me better than my own dark shadow
Though I don't know if my soul even follows
You, living inside me when hours grow late
Making me miss you while sealing my fate
You are the song when they're closing the door
And I keep on dancing, my glass on the floor
Maybe tomorrow, when morning brings light
I'll find you were only a ghost of the night
But as long as I have a last dime in my coat
I'll keep on repeating this stubborn old note
You, dancing my soul in a two-quarter beat
Stripping me down in a portrait so sweet
Knowing me better than my own dark shadow
You, living inside me when hours grow late
You are the song when they're closing the door
And I keep on dancing, my glass on the floor
And you...
With that rhythm that nobody knows
So distant, ethereal, yet so close...
And you...
Who doesn't even see
That inside this song, is where I cease to be...