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[Verse 1]
Boots stick to the floorboards
Spilled gold on the wood
My friend
Bar stool’s listing sideways
But the joke lands in the end
Your grin’s all crooked thunder
My words fall out of time
But every slur sounds wiser
With another pour of wine
[Chorus]
So raise another night
My brother (hey!)
Let the room tilt left and right
Every story gets much better
When the edges blur from light
It’s a holy kind of chaos
When your head’s a little light
It’s always a celebration
When you’re tipsy all damn night
[Verse 2]
Fiddle screams like laughter
Glasses clash above the roar
You’re swearing you’re a poet
On this sticky
Blessed floor
We crown each other heroes
Of the half-forgotten wars
While the coins decide our fortune
Spinning circles by the door
[Chorus]
So raise another night
My brother (hey!)
Let the room tilt left and right
Every story gets much better
When the edges blur from light
It’s a holy kind of chaos
When your head’s a little light
It’s always a celebration
When you’re tipsy all damn night
[Bridge]
Sing too loud
Till the rafters shake
Toast old ghosts
Till the glasses break
If the world falls down
We’ll just drink it straight
We were born for this
Glorious mistake (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
So raise another night
My brother (hey!)
Let the room tilt left and right
Every promise sounds like treasure
Every wrong feels almost right
It’s a holy kind of chaos
When your head’s a little light
It’s always a celebration
When you’re tipsy all damn night
Details
GeneratedMar 12, 2026
Duration3:27
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Roaring heavy rock meets cinematic Celtic tavern energy: distorted guitars locked with pounding toms and snarling bass, under a bed of fiddles, whistles, and rowdy male gang vocals. Verses start half-drunk and swaggering on a swung groove; chorus explodes into shout-along hooks with big open chords. Middle section leans into pipe and fiddle melody over a breakdown, then the full band slams back in for a final, rowdy singalong.
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Prompt by
NightFright
NightFrightModelAria v5
Prompt
Heavy rock, mental, Cinematic Irish tavern song about drinking the night away, it’s always a celebration when your are tipsy
