Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ash in a bottle cap
Sun sittin’ low in the trees
Boots on a busted rail
Breathing that sweet indica breeze (oh yeah)
Rust on a “Dead End” sign
Wind hummin’ soft through my teeth
Laugh at the weight I dragged
Watch it fall off of me
[Chorus]
No worries
No pain
Just that slow roll
Easy on the brain
On the fringe of relief
Where the daylight forgets all my grief
No worries
No pain
Let it float right out of my veins
On the fringe of relief
That’s the only church I believe
[Verse 2]
Phone face down in the dust
Bills piled up back at home
Right now they can all go rust
I’m rich in this patch of unknown
Heartbeat takin’ its time
Thoughts driftin’ out with the leaves
Grin like a worn-out dime
Pocket full of quiet and peace
[Chorus]
No worries
No pain
Just that slow roll
Easy on the brain
On the fringe of relief
Where the daylight forgets all my grief
No worries
No pain
Let it float right out of my veins
On the fringe of relief
That’s the only church I believe
Style
rockslowswaggering blues-rock with gravelly male vocalsoverdriven tremolo guitar and a lazyswinging rhythm section; verses stay close and smokywith roomy drums and a woozy organ padwhile the chorus widens with stacked raspy harmonies and a sing-along hookguitar fills answering each line; final chorus pushes the gritthen fades on a bent guitar line and soft ride cymbalblues
Prompt
rock, blues, gravelly voice, no worries no pain, breathing that sweet indica breeze, on the fringe of relief
Credits
Prompt by
DaveLewis
DaveLewisGeneratedJan 31, 2026
ModelAria v5
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