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lausse the cat

Drink With The Leaves

 

Drink With The Leaves

(album: The Girl, The Cat And The Tree - 2018)


Hello, Tree Man!
What you saying, Lausse?
Please pass me my can
What's wrong now?
Moon man borrowed my slumber
Is that why I see black rings under the eyes of The Cat?
Indeed
And he said that he won't give it back, that's peak
Yeah see, it's not fair, Tree Wizard
Boy, do you drink 'cause you got some sorrows?

Nah, I see it's more to confuse my innards
Some parts hollow, these parts need filling
Some guys got keys, me, I got liquor
Some guys got synagogues, some vicars
I got eyes witnessing sunrise often
Side by side, with a wine on offer
Yeah, don't mind me, just pass my bottle
Fine, have wine, but try be subtle
If Sun Rah see's I gave you something bad
He'll take my leaves and make me sad
Then I'll come kill the sadness
Come back cracked with a zoot and a Magners
Some piff yat and a fat bag of catnip
Calm down, Lausse, let's not get vivid
Sometimes life's unfair, but listen (okay)
When you're sad, don't draw for liquor (why?)
'Cause, well, as a London kid
I would come with abundant spliffs
Usually pissed
Sometimes give that I miss these days
Mistakes that I've made
I'll avoid like a plague
'Cause I've gotta stay with it
Try stay sane so I'll speak on a written
Sometimes wondering, who am I kiddin'?
Then see me draw straight for the liquor
Listen

Get get drinking, boy!

(Yo, baby, let's get fucked up, man!)

Listen, Lausse, you know that I've been about
Swigging liquor ain't gonna heal the pain that you're tryna drown
Let me tell you a little story 'bout a young man who's buried now
With all of his glory (goddamn, son)
Had a hole where he thought his heart would be
Filled it up with booze, birds, packets, and ecstasy
Little did he know the hole was getting bigger
Naturally, he decided he needed more drugs and liquor
A different picture was being painted now
As the young man began spiraling down and down
So he decided it was time to give it up
With little luck, he tried
Spent days crying and tryna find a way out (oh no!)
Ended up right where he started
Days later he had dearly departed
The hole grew larger until he fell inside
Only to resurrect as this Tree Wizard
Reminiscing upon his past life

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