Uploaded August 2024 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
Please comment. It's fun to know who stopped by 😁
It would be cool if you could listen to the entire 2:14 😆😂🤣.
I actually know what this song is about😆🤣. Basically it's not letting your past trauma interfere with your current bliss.
Lyrics:
“Leave Those Monsters Behind”
Lost in the dark and can’t find the groove
Haunted by the shadows of the mind
Can’t find the vibe, puzzled by the rhyme
Leave those monsters locked in their time
What about the monsters?
We’ll leave those monsters behind
But what about the monsters?
We will hide in the present moment of time
[ guitar solo]
A rift in the mind where bliss can slip through
A blind mirror where demons are true
We’ll dance on the ashes of lost control
We’ll allow the delectation to breakthrough
[ Chorus]
Leave those monsters behind
Please comment. It's fun to know who stopped by 😁
It would be cool if you could listen to the entire 2:14 😆😂🤣.
I actually know what this song is about😆🤣. Basically it's not letting your past trauma interfere with your current bliss.
Lyrics:
“Leave Those Monsters Behind”
Lost in the dark and can’t find the groove
Haunted by the shadows of the mind
Can’t find the vibe, puzzled by the rhyme
Leave those monsters locked in their time
What about the monsters?
We’ll leave those monsters behind
But what about the monsters?
We will hide in the present moment of time
[ guitar solo]
A rift in the mind where bliss can slip through
A blind mirror where demons are true
We’ll dance on the ashes of lost control
We’ll allow the delectation to breakthrough
[ Chorus]
Leave those monsters behind

![Bad Checks for Beer The FOG (original blues)
Pls comment, youre my only friends.
Bad Checks for Beer
by the FOG (fat old guy)
Another lonely weekend, baby
My only friends cigarettes and beer
Another lonely weekend, baby
Wishing that you were here
There aint nothing left for me baby
cept for writing bad checks for beer
[guitar]
Another Saturday night now, honey
Cant get you on the phone
Another Saturday night now, honey
And Im sitting home alone
There aint nothing left for me, honey
cept for calling 900 numbers on the phone
[bass solo]
[sax]
A lonely Sunday morning, baby
A breakfast of Cigarettes and beer
A lonely Sunday morning baby
One of many or so I fear
There aint nothing left for me, baby
cept for writing bad checks for beer
[guitar] Bad Checks for Beer The FOG (original blues)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/zvsoYzHhDOU/mqdefault.jpg)