Canary in the Smoke

(solo)

[Intro]
Baked cookies, fried brains, salt water in the air,
Two eggs, apples falling, flowers blooming everywhere.
You are my little label, my sign, my clear head,
Good and bad, laughter teaching all the words unsaid.

[Verse 1]
Chopper engine running, setting the rhythm we dance to,
Cold beers in hand, djoin rolled up, nothing to do.
I gotta smoke it before you show, keep the secret deep,
Hate it, yeah, but this is for the canary, my keep.

[Chorus]
Just the way you like it, raw and real and true,
Spinning stories in the smoke, watching the world turn blue.
Laughs and melodies in a tangled melody,
This is my song, my life, my anomaly.

[Verse 2]
Apples falling, like thoughts slipping through the cracks,
Flowers blooming slow, love hanging on the facts.
You hate the smoke, but it’s my only plan,
For the canary, flying high, when I can.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold tight, the beat’s alive, through the chaos and the calm,
Every little detail, like a healing balm.

[Chorus]
Just the way you like it, raw and real and true,
Spinning stories in the smoke, watching the world turn blue.
Laughs and melodies in a tangled melody,
This is my song, my life, my anomaly.

[Outro]
Cookies, fried brains, salt water dreams,
We’re just floating, living on these whims.
For the canary, in the cage or free,
This is my song, my harmony.


(Solo)

Trash, raw vocals, acoustic guitar, subtle and hard percussion, atmospheric mood, skechy solos, hard fingerpicking