Lyrics
Bluebird wine for the millionth time
Enjoying bluebird wine repeatedly.
Pissed out on the Mira, pissed out of our minds
Intoxicated on the Mira River, completely drunk.
Long tall tales, play on faithful thumbnail
Telling exaggerated stories, playing with a faithful thumbnail.
Fabulous jigs on the gunwale and if I fell I never did mind
Dancing enthusiastically on the boat, not concerned about falling.
It's something to be finally free for when when we're not on the sea
Feeling free when not at sea, comparing life to being rocks in a field.
We're just rocks in the field
Metaphorically describing themselves as immovable rocks in a field.
By gull and cod I can finally shed facades so well
Being authentic and shedding pretenses influenced by seagulls and cod.
We're whipping past the village, past the reservation line
Passing by a village and reservation line quickly.
With sun around my neck, how we barn dance on the deck
Dancing on the boat deck with the sun setting.
And often say pass the courage pass the ever blazing vine
Sharing courage and a blazing vine, embracing the moment.
It's something to be finally free for when when we're not on the sea
Feeling liberated when not at sea, still likening themselves to rocks in a field.
We're just rocks in the field
Reiterating the idea of being like rocks in a field when not at sea.
By Isle Madame, I've as much as I could have
Expressing contentment with what they have by Isle Madame.
I'm in love with the sights up above the stars and the sails
Admiring the sights above, including stars and sails.
We sing through the dimming of the day, and we skip along the top of cresting waves
Singing and enjoying the day, riding on the top of cresting waves.
The bay's getting black, we're never heading back and we're getting hard to find
Deciding not to return, becoming elusive and hard to find.
If they come looking, then all they're gonna finds us pissed on the Mira off bluebird wine
If sought, they'll be found intoxicated on the Mira with bluebird wine.
If they come looking, then all they're gonna finds us pissed on the Mira, pissed out of our minds
Reiterating that if looked for, they'll be found intoxicated on the Mira.
Ain't it something to feel, like you're finally free
Reflecting on the liberating feeling of being free.
When we're not out to sea, we're just rocks in the field
When not at sea, still resembling rocks in a field.
Maybe sneak back through the canal or the Coal Mines
Suggesting a possible return through the canal or Coal Mines.
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