Bartender Of The Lost Souls
The track starts smooth with trumpets and blues drums mixed with acoustic guitar plucking, The song has strong spy-film and detective-noire sound. The vocals are baritone register with FX to make for powerful vocals that are high quality. Soft drum brushing on interludes.
Bartender Of The Lost Souls
The track starts smooth with trumpets and blues drums mixed with acoustic guitar plucking, The song has strong spy-film and detective-noire sound. The vocals are baritone register with FX to make for powerful vocals that are high quality. Soft drum brushing on interludes.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Soft night
For such a hard drink
Elbows on the counter
Eyes that never blink
Neon in your iris
Wallet full of dust
You say you miss the old you
I just wipe the cups
Stop for a bit
And tell me what you think
You say, "Life’s a fucking joke"
Then you laugh into the sink
Got a scar on your story
Another crack in your glass
Every shot is just a question
You’re too scared to ask
Chorus
I’m the bartender of the lost souls
Pour it up, pour it up, let the hurt roll
For the sad, for the lonely, for the pissed-off crowd
For the tired motherfuckers who can’t calm down
I’m the bartender of the lost souls
If you’re broken, if you’re bitter, this is your home
Raise that fucked-up heart like a half-priced toast
To the sad, to the lonely, to the angry and the toiled
Verse 2
Kid in a hoodie
Says his dad was never there
Tips me with a crumpled note
"Fuck it, life’s not fair"
Girl with the smeared wings
Mascara on her hands
Says she left a cheating bastard
Still wearing his wedding band
I ain’t a priest
But I hear your sins
Every "never again"
Turns to "one more then"
Last call’s just a rumor
In this tired-ass place
Where we drown our demons
And they learn your face