Uploaded December 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
Verse 1
Doctor says I need more balance
Vegetables, water, sleep
I nod like I’m taking notes
Then I go back to what I keep
There’s a diner down on Maple
Knows my face, knows my name
They don’t ask about my future
They just slide the plate the same
Verse 2
Pie’s got fruit, don’t overthink it
Whiskey’s made of honest grain
Between the two there’s history
They’ve gotten me to today
I’ve seen men live on promises
And women live on hope
Me, I’ll take what’s on the counter
And make sure not to choke
Chorus
You can live a long time on pie and whiskey
Longer than the experts say
Long enough to love somebody
Long enough for that love to fade
It won’t make you rich or righteous
Won’t keep your hands clean or dry
But you can live a long, long while
On pie
And whiskey
Verse 3
I tried kale and meditation
Tried counting every breath
But none of it soothed internal doubts
Or faded my regrets
Pie don’t judge the shape you’re in
Whiskey don’t ask you why
They just sit there comforting you
While the years go sliding by
Chorus
You can live a long time on pie and whiskey
Ask the ghosts at every bar
They’ll tell you about survival
Not about getting far
It’s not a cure, it’s not a gospel
It’s not a reason, it’s a reply
Yeah, you can live a long, long time
On pie
And whiskey
Bridge
I’m not saying it’s a virtue
I’m not calling it a rule
Just saying when the cupboard’s bare
This counts as fuel
Some folks pray, some folks plan
Some folks clean their slate
Some folks learn to make a life
Out of what’s in the glass and on the plate
Verse 4
There’s a woman who laughs at my logic
Says, “You’re gonna outlive us all”
Then she steals a bite of my cherry slice
Like she knows I’m not wrong
We clink our glasses to tomorrow
We give each other a smile
And the future doesn’t seem so scary
From this side
Final Chorus
You can live a long time on pie and whiskey
Long enough to stay in the game
Long enough to tell the truth
And not be crushed by the weight of it
It won’t save you, won’t complete you
Won’t explain the reasons why
But you can live a real life anyway
On pie
And whiskey
Outro
If the end comes sooner than advertised
I’ll meet it fed and tipsy
With crumbs on my shirt
And a good, honest burn
From pie
And whiskey
Verse 1
Doctor says I need more balance
Vegetables, water, sleep
I nod like I’m taking notes
Then I go back to what I keep
There’s a diner down on Maple
Knows my face, knows my name
They don’t ask about my future
They just slide the plate the same
Verse 2
Pie’s got fruit, don’t overthink it
Whiskey’s made of honest grain
Between the two there’s history
They’ve gotten me to today
I’ve seen men live on promises
And women live on hope
Me, I’ll take what’s on the counter
And make sure not to choke
Chorus
You can live a long time on pie and whiskey
Longer than the experts say
Long enough to love somebody
Long enough for that love to fade
It won’t make you rich or righteous
Won’t keep your hands clean or dry
But you can live a long, long while
On pie
And whiskey
Verse 3
I tried kale and meditation
Tried counting every breath
But none of it soothed internal doubts
Or faded my regrets
Pie don’t judge the shape you’re in
Whiskey don’t ask you why
They just sit there comforting you
While the years go sliding by
Chorus
You can live a long time on pie and whiskey
Ask the ghosts at every bar
They’ll tell you about survival
Not about getting far
It’s not a cure, it’s not a gospel
It’s not a reason, it’s a reply
Yeah, you can live a long, long time
On pie
And whiskey
Bridge
I’m not saying it’s a virtue
I’m not calling it a rule
Just saying when the cupboard’s bare
This counts as fuel
Some folks pray, some folks plan
Some folks clean their slate
Some folks learn to make a life
Out of what’s in the glass and on the plate
Verse 4
There’s a woman who laughs at my logic
Says, “You’re gonna outlive us all”
Then she steals a bite of my cherry slice
Like she knows I’m not wrong
We clink our glasses to tomorrow
We give each other a smile
And the future doesn’t seem so scary
From this side
Final Chorus
You can live a long time on pie and whiskey
Long enough to stay in the game
Long enough to tell the truth
And not be crushed by the weight of it
It won’t save you, won’t complete you
Won’t explain the reasons why
But you can live a real life anyway
On pie
And whiskey
Outro
If the end comes sooner than advertised
I’ll meet it fed and tipsy
With crumbs on my shirt
And a good, honest burn
From pie
And whiskey



![Agree to Disagree by Lisa Jeanette (Cover version) [demo]
Lets just agree to disagree.
Original version https://youtu.be/XefOrni-YQ4?si=wJZzezFu1TpNiCRB Agree to Disagree by Lisa Jeanette (Cover version) [demo]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/v6Q0v_F1dPY/mqdefault.jpg)

![Im an Airplane Movie Censor, Baby
Im an Airplane Movie Censor, Baby
[Intro]
I’m happy being the person
Who censors movies shown on planes
I remove swear words and extreme parts
So only safe stuff remains
[Verse]
Everyone can see what you’re watching
When you’re sitting in your seat
So I make the films OK for anyone to absorb
If they should take a peek
A 7-year-old headed to to the lavatory
Won’t see extreme things if they look
And If you need more plot than what I’ve left you
I suggest you read a book
[Chorus]
I get canisters of films from studios
They want shown on airplane screens
But Hollywood’s never found a line they wouldn’t cross
So I edit their flicks squeaky clean
My scissors snip out the bad parts
I drop em in a trash can next to my desk
Then I cover those clips with lighter fluid
And you can figure out the rest
I’m an airplane movie censor, Baby
I’m an airplane movie censor
[Verse]
Any foul language that appears
Is the first stuff that gets removed
Then I chop out any steamy scenes
Where the actors appear completely nude
For sure I’ll keep some action in
Just enough to keep things exciting
But nobody needs more than a minute or two
Of people who are fighting
[Chorus]
I get canisters of films from studios
They want shown on airplane screens
But Hollywood’s never found a line they wouldn’t cross
So I edit their flicks squeaky clean
My scissors snip out the bad parts
I drop em in a trash can next to my desk
Then I cover those clips with lighter fluid
And you can figure out the rest
I’m an airplane movie censor, Baby
I’m an airplane movie censor
[Bridge]
And of course films shown on an airplane
Can’t show any plane crashes
We don’t want passengers to get hysterical
And think they’re gonna end up ashes
But thankfully, plane crash movies
are the movies I never get sent
Studios know if I got a hold of them
In the end, there’d be no movie left
After I did all my edits
The only things left would be the credits
[Chorus]
I get canisters of films from studios
They want shown on airplane screens
But Hollywood’s never found a line they wouldn’t cross
So I edit their flicks squeaky clean
My scissors snip out the bad parts
I drop em in a trash can next to my desk
Then I cover those clips with lighter fluid
And you can figure out the rest
I’m an airplane movie censor, Baby
I’m an airplane movie censor
[Outro]
Malfunctions happen on a plane
And you don’t want to be going down
With your brain thinking the wrong things
Which it won’t as long as I’m around
Which it won’t as long as I’m around
I’m the airplane film censor, Baby
And I’ll get you into heaven, Baby
If your plane plummets to the ground Im an Airplane Movie Censor, Baby](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/vZTEOmYi6cs/mqdefault.jpg)
![Muscle Memory
[Intro]
My brain can remember every person I’ve punched
I’ve kicked butt and taken names before most folks eat lunch
And people hope, when I’m full of aggression,
That I’ll take my anger out in a bad guy’s direction
[Verse 1]
When I’m throwing down, I don’t do much thinking
It’s like I’m watching from above—my limbs just start syncing
So here’s a word of warning to anyone who might upset me:
My moves come from a thing called muscle memory
[Chorus]
They say muscle memory is something that happens
When you do something you’ve done a hundred times before
Some people use it to play the cello or basketball
But I use it to settle new and old scores
Oh yes, I use it to settle new and old scores
[Verse 2]
When I get angry, my limbs react with precision—
Not because I’ve made some conscious decision
The reason I can throw all these punches and kicks aplenty
Is I trained myself hard to build up my muscle memory
[Chorus]
They say muscle memory is something that happens
When you do something you’ve done a hundred times before
Some people use it to play the trumpet or basketball
But I use it to settle new and old scores
Oh yes, I use it to settle new and old scores
[Bridge]
When I first started brawling, I didn’t have muscle memory
I’d miss 95 percent of the folks I tried to hit
I’d take a swing and just push air around—
If I were a batter, you’d call that a whiff
So I bought myself a pair of boxing gloves
And I bought myself a secondhand punching bag
And I spent many long hours repeating the moves of a pugilist
Until I felt I got em all down pat
And from that very humble beginning,
There’s not a fight I don’t see myself winning
[Chorus]
They say muscle memory is something that happens
When you do something you’ve done a hundred times before
Some people use it to play the fiddle or basketball
But I use it to settle new and old scores
Oh yes, I use it to settle new and old scores Muscle Memory](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/wUmR4UWiURk/mqdefault.jpg)
![For Good Reason
For Good Reason
[verse 1]
For good reason
There’s a no-photographs-or-filming policy
At my daughter’s gymnastics class
And I’m not fond of my daughter
And I don’t really enjoy gymnastics
But I don’t like having my picture taken
So you’ll find me there a lot
[chorus]
Because everyone has a camera these days
These aren’t the days when you’d have to carry around a box with a curtain
And the subject had to sit perfectly still while you removed and replaced a lens cap
To get your photo taken
Everyone’s got a camera on them all the time
Anyone can take a photo in milliseconds
And I don’t like having my photo taken
And who knows what they’ll do with it
[verse 2]
For good reason
There’s a no-photographs-or-filming policy
At my son’s swimming class
And I’m not fond of my son
And I don’t really enjoy swimming
But I don’t like having my picture taken
So you’ll find me there a lot
[chorus]
Because everyone has a camera these days
These aren’t the days when you’d have to carry around a box with a curtain
And the subject had to sit perfectly still while you removed and replaced a lens cap
To get your photo taken
Everyone’s got a camera on them all the time
Anyone can take a photo in milliseconds
And I don’t like having my photo taken
And who knows what they’ll do with it
[bridge]
It’s not a religious thing
I don’t think photos steal your soul
It’s not that I think I’m bad looking
I could probably be a model if I wanted to
It’s not that I’m in a witness protection program
Or I’m running from the law
I just have strong feelings against it
Though I’m not opposed to showing up in a painting, I suppose
[chorus]
Everyone has a camera these days
These aren’t the days when you’d have to carry around a box with a curtain
And the subject had to sit perfectly still while you removed and replaced a lens cap
To get your photo taken
Everyone’s got a camera on them all the time
Anyone can take a photo in milliseconds
And I don’t like having my photo taken
Who knows what those people will do with it
[outro]
So you’ll only find me in places
where people can’t bring in cameras
I even built a device that blocks electronic signals at my home
And that makes things complicated
But everything’s complicated these days.
Everything’s complicated these days. For Good Reason](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/wiSV9nWs16c/mqdefault.jpg)


