Cursive Is Code - The 1200 Bar Blues

A four count for five dudes with one plan
Eight years, two divorces, three vans
Five regional tours, two betrayals
One bust for pot

A measured rest for the best band
You have never heard of
A long drag for the best song you never knew
From dudes to straight for the court dates
Too drunk for the practice room

And this is the end, my friend
The needle has worn through the record
And there nothing left for us to do
It is last call for the dreamers
The last gasp of the believers
Count it off for our final number
The twelve hundred bar blues

Ten steps to indie success
Too few friends shouting out loud
A few who wont get out alive
Limo dream s light the sky
For all but five

And this is the end, my friend
The needle has worn through the record
The note has come due
The end of the tour to going nowhere
The death of our raggedy muse
Count it off for our final number
The twelve hundred bar blues

Five dudes become four, three kids are born
One got cancer, one found Christ
One went crazy, one went west
The practice room became a nursery
This song is all that's left

And this is the end, my friend
The needle has worn through the record
The exit is in view
One more night of dreaming
For this aging crusty crew
Count it off for our final number
The twelve hundred bar blues

Written by:
Jason Krug

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