Same loop, same cup

Barleycorn in my mouth

Barleycorn in my mind

again

Yestreen, I heard a pleasant greeting

A pleasant toy and full of joy, two noblemen were meeting

Upon a summer's day, I keep my face neutral, wrists stamped, keys in hand

Then with another nobleman, we went to make affray in velvet bands

Sir John Barleycorn slides in, charm on auto, smile on loan

Thomas Good Ale, Richard Beer, White Wine, all buzz my phone

LoDo block, Bar Belly, sticky floor, last call, tab math

AMEX swipe, Apple Pay blink, top shelf burn, cheap laugh

Bathroom mirror audit, pupils wide, breath hot, jokes cold

My feelings tagged in a dataset, I call it a supervised hole

He dwelt down in a dale, meaning close, meaning daily, meaning mine

New alias every hour: Night Mode, Premium, Patch Nine

Check my pulse, tell me truth

Pour it slow, keep it close

Do I want love, or dose?

say go

Barleycorn, barleycorn

Put me under, make me calm

Rent me an hour, take my harm

Barleycorn, barleycorn

Mute my nerve, set my alarm

"Whose names was Sir John Barleycorn, he dwelt down in a dale,"

"Who had a kinsman lived nearby, they called him Thomas Good Ale,"

Then with a plough they ploughed him up, I watch my own routine

With harrows strong they combed him, burst clods on his head, my jaw clenched, mean

Rain from skies did fall, branches green, I wake up, mouth dry, eyes red

Hooks and sickles keen, cut his legs off at the knees, I still chase the thread

Bound him in a band, packed him up in several stakes, to wither in the wind

Pitchfork rent him to the heart, straight they mowed him in a mow, I cave in

There he lay groaning by the walls, I breathe shallow, count tiles

Holly clubs beat him at once, dusted him and sifted him, vision files

Knit him in a sack, steeped him in a fat, three full days and more

Rubbed him and stirred him, still they did him turn, my stomach keeps score

Threw him on a kill, fire so hot, then brought him to the mill

Betwixt a pair of stones, washed with hot scalding liquor store, I sit still

Promised to beat him into barm, turned him in a barrel, set a trap

Drew out every drop of blood, my empathy drains in a quiet gap

Compulsion is a protocol, dose response in my brain

I chase the first time high, the model never fits the same

Taste, then blank

Need, then crash

Is it her, is it this?

Do I quit, do I risk?

say go

Barleycorn, barleycorn

Put me under, make me calm

Rent me an hour, take my harm

Barleycorn, barleycorn

Mute my nerve, set my alarm

"But the chiefest in the black pot, like a worthy alderman,"

"And thus Sir John in each respect, so paid them all their hire"

Barleycorn

Barleycorn

Lose your eyes

Barleycorn

Sick, stiff, silent, small, I stand, then slip

Blank, blank, blank, my mind goes blank

Some lay sleeping by the way, some tumbling in the mire

Groan, grit, gravel, gutter, bodies scatter, tired

I barely know what I did oernight

I smile for proof, then f*** it up, same bite

Blank, blank, blank, my heart stays blank

All you good wives that brew good ale, God turn from you all teen

But if you put too much liquor in, it puts out your een

Barleycorn…

Barley…

corn…