Mugs on the Map
v4
@Александра Даутова
Mugs on the Map
v4
@Александра Даутова
Dalszöveg
[Intro]
Raise your mugs
Name your gods
Friends and fools
Find the odds
[Verse 1]
We came in broke
Soaked to the bone
Mud on our boots
Stories half-grown
Map on the table
Edge burned black
Laughing at every missing track
[Chorus]
Mugs on the map
Slam ‘em down
Let it spill
Here’s to the roads and the wrong turns still
If we die tomorrow
Let the bards all say
We emptied every tavern on the way
[Verse 2]
You stole a horse
I stole the reins
She stole the lord’s fine jeweled chains
Now they all hang from that bent oak nail
Rattling soft when we pour the ale
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
To nights we lost
To friends we found
To quiet toasts
To roaring sound
If legends fade when embers fall
We’ll light them up with one last call [crescendo]
[Chorus]
Raise your mugs
Name your gods
Friends and fools
Find the odds
[Verse 1]
We came in broke
Soaked to the bone
Mud on our boots
Stories half-grown
Map on the table
Edge burned black
Laughing at every missing track
[Chorus]
Mugs on the map
Slam ‘em down
Let it spill
Here’s to the roads and the wrong turns still
If we die tomorrow
Let the bards all say
We emptied every tavern on the way
[Verse 2]
You stole a horse
I stole the reins
She stole the lord’s fine jeweled chains
Now they all hang from that bent oak nail
Rattling soft when we pour the ale
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
To nights we lost
To friends we found
To quiet toasts
To roaring sound
If legends fade when embers fall
We’ll light them up with one last call [crescendo]
[Chorus]
A zene stílusa
folk, Rowdy fantasy tavern singalong; stomping frame drums, lutes and fiddles trading riffs, gang-shouted male vocals on the hook. Verses sit close and intimate around one mic, then explode into full-hall choruses with claps, foot-stomps, and soaring harmonies. Final chorus stretches with call-and-response ad-libs and a rousing ritardando on the last line., theme, ballad
