TwistedFate

I'm dreaming of a White Rum Christmas Just like the one's I used to know Where ice cubes glisten And barmen listen To hear us asking them for more I'm dreaming of a White Rum Christmas With every glass raised in the air May your chasers be many and iced And may all your Christmas Rum be White I'm dreaming of a White Rum Christmas With every joyful drink we share May your nights be awesome and bright And may all your Christmas Rum be White I'm dreaming of a White Rum Christmas With every hangover I have May your days be happy and light And may all your Christmas Rum be White

Alone at the bar, trying to drown his sorrows wandering to himself if there's a better tomorrow with each sip, he dwells further into his past sitting there through the night, until the bottle spills its last A bottle, a bucket of ice and an ashtray on his table drinking all night until he cant stand, or is barely able a mind already so clouded, just getting darker once a clear picture, now blurred out by a black marker Reminiscing about the his past mistakes Singing sad songs, wondering what it takes To amend his wrongs and make things right But he slips so far,  he just gives up the fight The bar keep looks at him, staring blindly into space wondering to himself 'how does this guy keep this pace?' his mind is open and free from all the poisonous memories, only when his body is overflowing with booze, does he find his victory The only thing that he doesn't want to is get in to a fight because that would only ruin not only his but also ever...

The Lords of Rum, a band of brothers four united by a bottle like none before no bar in the land was ever the same when these brothers four, started playing their games From Waters Edge to AM-PM, united did they stand, everywhere they went, they were like a traveling band from Sinatra to the Beatles, singing songs of old the memories of these nights, though blurry are gold It didn't really matter when or where they would convene, even if the venue was a serene latrine often joined by others, every weekend was epic it's a miracle that nobody ever needed a medic There is one who joined this brotherly convention, a lady of rum who deserves an honorable mention like them, her voice didn't come with volume control but because of that bottle, even she was always on a roll Four brothers and a sister, this clan should go down in history, how Rockland created that magic, is an absolute mystery though now they've disbanded, and gone their separate ways the...