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Elijah Cash just wrote this song because he’s playing at a bar tomorrow night and wants to sing something situationally appropriate. We devote this post to some cool blogs we just found that recently posted about #whiskey: novembersilence, 90s1hitwonder, imgur, arcticsounds, pulpfcknfiction, and therewillbebourbon. Enjoy listeners! Oh, and the first round’s on us. — K.C.

     Whiskey River

When the week’s been long, and you just want to let go.
There’s a drink that will make you feel right at home.

Won’t you come and take a swim with me my friend?
In whiskey river.

If you’ve never been to a watering hole,
I can teach you how to hold your own.
The bite of fire water can make a man drown,
but he’ll be smiling the whole way down.
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You’ve got Jack, and you’ve got Jim, and you’ve got John Jameson.
Serve it warm or on the rocks, I’ll take it any way you got.
We’re all just one shot glass away
from diving head first into whiskey haze.
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Elijah Cash wrote a song for the good people at our favorite bar in Washington, DC: The Getaway. If you’re ever in DC, you should make a trip. Enjoy, listeners! — Kavalier

     The Getaway

I know a place in Columbia Heights
where everyone goes to get high.
They pour your drinks nice and tall,
so you can forget it all.

At The Getaway, that’s just what we do.
Come on, my friends, I want to get away with you.

Some get away from their desk jobs;
they’re tired of wearing a suit.
They slave away all day
for The Man in their cubes.
Some get away from the bad news
up on The Hill:
Politics and back stabbings,
white-collar cheap thrills.
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Some get away from the loneliness
filling up their mind.
Once they have a drink,
everything feels just fine.
Well the gods of booze and a few good men
built us this place,
so we escape artists
can get away.
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Elijah Cash was inspired to write another song by the good people at The Getaway, our favorite bar in DC. This tune is for a particular snarky server, though Eli promises this is the most harmless of flirting. When we were drinking there Thursday night, they played Eli’s first song for the bar, and it was fun to see people enjoy our work. Eli asked our waitress and Jeremy the owner for a new song idea; she said, “write about a snarky server,” and he said, “use the phrase ‘Jeremy the owner.’” Done and done. Jeremy warned Eli to curb his enthusiasm, to not overdo it; he said bands stay cool and exclusive by releasing songs every three years, like Radiohead. But that isn’t CI’s style. We are about quantity, baby. We have a raging, burning fire to create, and nothing should stop it. That’s why we’ve decided Eli’s next EP will by titled The Getaway; it will be a compilation of songs about that bar and drinking in general. A perfect theme. Stay tuned. And enjoy these blues, friends! — K.C.

     The Only One I Want In My Net

When I asked you where you’re from, I liked to watch
the small talk spill from your mouth.
You’re a worldly woman, and all of your charms
cast a spell on this boy from The South.

And Jeremy the owner says I don’t stand a chance,
but you’ve never met a man like me.

All my friends know I think you’re cute,
and all my friends know I come here to see you.
And you can be the snarky server all you want.
It won’t make me give up the hunt.
I promise I’ll be flirting until last call,
if you just make all my drinks tall.
I just learned your name, and now I want to know more—
dive a little deeper with each pour.
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You are quite a catch, so the question is:
have you been caught yet?
There are lots of fish drowning in this bar,
but you’re the only one I want in my net.

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Oh, hello wine. You’ve been waiting since 2003 just for me? Why, thank you.

Oh, hello wine. You’ve been waiting since 2003 just for me? Why, thank you.


Why Whiskey

I was born in a smoked barrel.
My mouth was full of barley and rye.
Now I done grown up and run away from home,
but I will always be a momma’s boy.

People ask me: “Why whiskey?”
And I tell them why:
“Because whiskey is my favorite way to die.”

When your work’s no good,
and your woman’s even worse,
call up a single malt doctor:
the world has never seen a better nurse.
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Comrades want vodka,
and foodies, they want good wine.
But I’ll take a drink that’s always there for me
when I need to forget the time.
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