Drinkers Balad from Campfire Culture by Ukulele Vagabond

Some days we tend to ponder, the world in all its glory
Whether science or religion, is your creation story
Some days we talk of politics, of labour greens or torys
Or of the worlds bad sickness, how society is poorly

Some days we paint great works of art, straight off while barely blinking
Then off to the tavern we then go and several pints we’re sinking
Somedays we get ourselves tied up in DMCs and thinking
Other days we fall back on our good old friend called drinking

My visions blurry, balance off its only ten to ten
A few of my work collegues’ll never talk to me again
I’v found my way into a pub of leery drunk old men
And I’m seriously considering going home with one of them

Some days we end up yearning for a spiritual life of rest
We tell ourselves a zenful life is in out best interest
Our soulful guiding presence leads the way and we feel blessed
We meditate and feel real great don’t last long cos you’ve guessed

Some days we paint great works of art, straight off while barely blinking
Then off to the tavern we then go and several pints we’re sinking
Somedays we get ourselves tied up in DMCs and thinking
Other days we fall back on our good old friend called drinking

My visions blurry, balance off its only 9:15
I’v dropped a tab of acid, it feels like im in a dream
I’m on a massive bender with a man called Charlie sheen
It feels as if im winning but iv caused a fucking scene

Somedays we write good music indulge our creative flare
We freely pour our hearts out like we haven’t got a care
We sing ourselves a love song bout that bonny girl so fair
Or how wer’re getting older and we feel our wear and tear


Some days we paint great works of art, straight off while barely blinking
Then off to the tavern we then go and several pints we’re sinking
Somedays we get ourselves tied up in DMCs and thinking
Other days we fall back on our good old friend called drinking

My visions blurry, balance off its eleven forty five
My innate sense of dignity has crawled away and died
The rules of all these pubs and clubs i just cannot abide
They all refuse me entry so I hang around outside

• Reggae
• blues
• calypso
• folk
• reggae
• Plymouth