The battle was lost on a liquor world tour
when it failed in Europe cause they hated liqueur

I prefered Bluebirds, and she prefered Crows,
But crows are superior, as everyone knows.

Should the song title not be included? And how many shots does one get? =D

For instance if one were to say:

We spent all summer in a run-down mine
Making bluebird liquor and a black crow wine

is that cheating? And would one get another chance?

I flew off, lifted by its vapours
Far from my troubles, on the wing of a liquor

You will note, Mr Ruin, that I did not put a limit on the number of entries one could make. (Although the more someone posts, the greater the chance that they are becoming annoying. And the more annoying, the less likely that they will win.)

You are welcome to put the title in the lyrics, should you so desire.

"CAW!" the old bird cried, as I crushed the grapes between my feet /
Cobalt juice to be distilled, aged then served -- but only ever neat.

Heady perfumes permeate the love-drunk air;
Twilight falling as bluebirds and black crows fix their gaze in a bittersweet stare.

Red beak told the dream and said,
"Drink its song. The bird is dead."

Only two reasons birds drink booze
Beaks you win; tails you lose

That hawk you caught, it ran off with our favorite turquoise cuff
And so I dreamt to take revenge on all: get out the old bathtub

Blood red earth and a blackbird sky
Bluebird whispers, it don't know why

You looked like you been twisted for a day if not a week
Instead of smoke, when we kissed, I could only taste his beak

This will take more than just one drink.
There ain't enough liquor to let her know what I think.

Right, and also my brother came up with this one, within two seconds after telling him what the contest was about, I hate him for that.

Drank, Drunk, Drink
Alcohol and liquor, can't stand the stink

'Yes, feathers everywhere: starts in the ears;
Down the back like an ink-blot, catching the beers...'

or maybe:

'He's wearing birds for beards and a glint in his eye; a dynamic twist on wanting to die...'

or else:

'Pulled herself out the floor, said "You all smell of brine - now lend me twelve farthings for bible-black wine..."'

i'll stop now...

sorry

there were birds in my mind there was nothing I said
she just drank the thounghs up right out of my head

thoughts...

The gurglings of my old man's bluebird still,
Twisted copper tubes creakin' crow's songs over foggy Johnson's hill.

You had no reason and you had no right
But you had enough drink for one night

Drip drops the feathers and I’m caught in tumbles
Treehouse that fell my wine sold in numbers.

my favorite pub, this winter night, him hunched over his wine.

I took a breath and said hello, the pleasure is all mine.

somedays the sky fills up with everything that's passed us by,

and I play drinking games with every bird that sounds its cry

I dont think I can make such bird juice
but with cat power I should not lose

Bird-drained juice works twice the quicker,
But bruises and bone-aches need two drinks thicker.

darn, I didn't see tragicweek's use of "bird juice" until after I submitted mine. let me amend my own:

Bird-drained whiskey works twice the quicker,
But bruises and bone-aches need two drinks thicker.

apolgies

Drunk on the poison that floats in the air
Her feathered robe's torn, there's smoke in her hair

ain't got much to crow about
the change in the couch don't even count

the raven, that villain, with mawkish propriety,
obsequious, pallid did quoth - "no sobriety"

The bird died even so. The bird died even so.
The wasted empty bottle fell discarded to the floor.

The Riddler spoke of motion as intelligent fire-but no measure of mine
Could prevent the blue nail polish shards that dipped in black crow wine.

i was drinkin' all night almost got in a fight
But by dawns light everything seemed alright

A Cranberry Apple curved slightly at the tip
was a suitable space for a Black Crow to sit

But the phyche of the Bluebird was external.
encountering and distorting the deranged and delusional.

Hold me, shaken soul of mine.
What started out so pretty, now my deadly crime.

or,

Go right ahead but I don't think you're able,
Cuz these two birds'll put ya under the table.

I met a raven-haired girl with a crow on her sweater,
Over the shirt is *nice*, BUT.. underneath is much better.

Inky frantic feathers in a window montage,
She left me on the bed by her discarded corsage.

you can't farm sorrow, as dry as a bone
it gets stuck in your boots on the long walk home

i flushed my tired tainted intelligent design
with a case of bluebird liquor and blackcrow wine

ventral foot-like systems girdled broken, ossified cheese, and I wasn't about to play college.

We shed our feathers in your cellar drowned in Black Crow County wine,
While the bluejays sang the weather our innocence slowly died.

the bluebird liquor went down the fastest,
but the black crow wine made night the blackest.

Rhyming couplets fucking suck,
but gold foil embossing doesn't -- good luck!

Driftwood rickshaw rubs over frozenmud,
Cellar lamps throw shadows like spilled blood.

I promise to be here tomorrow to see off the black crow that keeps you awake,
The fear that you feel is as right as it's real
but the bluebird is easy to shake!

Cardinal Rum, Sparrow Beer, and Finch Tequila are all fine
But nothing compares to Bluebird Liquor and Black Crow Wine

drunk on the trees, whispering your name
neck stretched on this rope, i claw at my pain

in his drink induced stupour the bad haired barber
slipped on crows feet through the ashen faced harbour

"Whilst the Bluebird drank her liquor, and the Black Crow drunk his wine / The Green Finch sipped from the absinthe bottle and lo' his eyes did shine"

Please don't think I'm an obsessed alcoholic ... :)

The drugged river follows you down through the hills
Snake saints and coiled guns lay in wait at the stills

or

In far valley away stand the giants with liqueur
Invite you in for the night, stay for twenty years or more

the blurbird liquor stole his mind;
he said "I'll get her back with this Black Crow Wine"

The essence of aviarian delight
aged with wings soaring in flight.

the smile sitting on my window sill
has nothing on the brew is in my basement still

So many entries! Fantastic response. Good luck judging all of these.

never was green-faced sicker with blackout blinds
can't remember your touch but this drink reminds

under the influenza too thrushed to walk or to drive
gonna have to wing it this time if I want to get home alive

Tom Tit said I better leave it alone
but a little birdie told me there was nobody home

I can wish and can beg and can fight for that moment to stay,

but the bird is out of the bottle and she's flown away,

so who's up for compiling all of these into one long boozy song?
fun submissions to read.

You got your tastes and I got mine
We're sky-high drunk all of the time

Your favorite song, forgot. That daydream god is raw...
Or is he a dog? His feathered mouthful snatched your unflown thought.

I went pirate for to stay
on seas filled to keep me at bay.

Under the apple, a bird on its back,
stuck in red meat, those beak points black.

we slapped and wrestled all night
no one won the sexual frustration fight

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that bottle at your feet
has never tasted so sweet.

sorry, short and simple, but I couldn't help but post again... :(

when there's something interceptin' on the telephone line
babah's paddin' out his bed things with wet paper and pine

Down in the holler where my sweetheart bides
My face in the mud, coughin' up my insides

THAT's ^ the couplet for the contest. The song goes on:

She says we can't marry and no I can't kiss her
So gone are the nights when I'll lie with my sister
I'll wash down my sorrow with pleasures refined
Like bluebird liquor and black crow wine
Like bluebird liquor and black crow wine

"drown my sins in bathtub gin,"
prays the weak, above the din.

my dream, my liquor,thank you blurbird
my awaking, my wine, crow you blackbird

black crow wine, it comes from the hills
bluebird liquor, it comes from the mills

thanks for the contest.

When we took to the sky we gave up the pleasure of ground/
Not a loss, just a trade, floating azure for standing brown.

Here goes....

The bird whispered I know what your thinkin',
Maybe it was me but I know I'd been drinkin'

Blurbird liqour and Black Crown Wine,
Bundled in wicker and golden twine.

Always drives me out of my mind, that
Blurbird liquor and Black Crow wine.

Sorry got carried away.

Drink of the bluebird til morning comes,
Yum Yum Yum, Cannibalism!

Biotech chef's beverage menu free prize
64 oz. with purchase of cuckoo fries

Go, drink the potion, sip the flame,
To understand that you are the same.

I was so sick I drank the wine,
I couldnt see but I was fine

She was looking fine after Black Crow Wine,
but the Bluebird Liquor got her in my bed quicker.

For the verse:
she sipped till she shimmered, till her soul fit to shine
and to wit whispered "hither" and collapsed into mine

For the chorus:
and we spun and we cried 'neath the oak and old pine
till the bluebirds bled brandy, and the black crows, sweet wine

Thanks!

Raven haired and fair, sipping cabernet,
shy smiles to hide a heart of cold dismay

ashplant lover on the deepening night,
your eyelash flicker in the breath of black light.