Starfish Songwriters
The Sandbox => MP3 songs for Review/Critique => Topic started by: guest42 on May 07, 2026, 12:18:05 am
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Nope, nothing replaces the real-life experiences
Hey Sid ,Yeah texts and comments on the net get confused , if we all talked in a bar , there would be no problems
Thanks
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Yeah we still have bartenders in small towns
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Nailed it again Elvis, is bartending much of a job these days? Most of the bars that was around here are no longer in business, VFW is still there but I never see more that 6 or 8 cars there at the same time.
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Nope, nothing replaces the real-life experiences
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Clearly one of your better ones Elvis! Exceptional in fact, the lyrics are prophetic and an insight into the vagaries of contemporary society. This one I really like, well done.
Sid
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I love the lyrics to this one. You have a habit of telling it how it is in a very poetic way. Great vocal. Hard to offer crits when something's this good. A terrific song. :)
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Well written lyrics! Perfect translation in today's world. Enjoyed listening to it!
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https://suno.com/song/02d4f820-713d-4266-9bec-964c9d7a0105
Dust on the bar and a flickering light
Everybody talking but nobody’s right
Typing little wars from a king-size bed
Too scared to say it face-to-face instead
Bartender wiping down another long night
Watching lonely people disappear in blue light
Everybody connected but nobody’s free
Drowning in opinions and anxiety
Chorus
You can’t pour tequila through a computer screen
Can’t clink the glass, can’t say what you mean
Can’t shake a hand when the world goes cold
Can’t hug somebody with a Wi-Fi code
If we’re gonna heal this mess we’re in
Somebody’s gotta walk back in
’Cause you can’t pour tequila
Through a computer screen
Little black phones got everybody mean
Acting like prophets from a gasoline dream
Mama quit calling, buddies quit stopping by
Now the whole world argues digitally at night
Old jukebox playing Merle through the smoke
Truth sounds better when real people joke
Maybe salvation ain’t some grand big plan
Maybe it starts with listening again
Bridge
So put the damn phone down for one more round
Find some lost souls still hanging around
Truth ain’t living inside a feed
It’s sitting across from you drinking cheap whiskey
Final Chorus
You can’t pour tequila through a computer screen
Can’t fake the fire of human beings
Can’t laugh that hard through a set of keys
Can’t build a memory digitally
If we’re gonna save what’s left of us
It starts with showing up in person tonight
’Cause you can’t pour tequila
Through a computer screen