(instrumental music) It's kinda crusty.

- Yeah, Juan needs to clean my keyboard, bro.

I know you've been dripping on this baby while you've been sweating and playing all day long, My name's Sal and these are the Stonewall Hippies, and this is our "Sound on Tap."

Cheers!

(instrumental music) ♪ Ain't it great ♪ ♪ The way you the ♪ tables turned ♪ ♪ Thought you'd break ♪ ♪ My heart and watch me burn ♪ ♪ I don't know ♪ ♪ Where I'm headed ♪ down that road ♪ ♪ You can believe, you'll ♪ be the first one to know ♪ ♪ I sent you a postcard ♪ ♪ I don't love you anymore ♪ ♪ It won't be hard ♪ ♪ One thing I know for sure ♪ ♪ Darlin' broken-heartsville ♪ ♪ Ain't a spot on my map ♪ ♪ I'm going to Lubbock cause ♪ that's where the bars are at ♪ ♪ Thought you'd take ♪ some time on your feet ♪ ♪ Before you could make ♪ some time for you and me ♪ ♪ But girl I'm gone and I ♪ didn't love you anyway ♪ ♪ You can wait for ♪ me to come your way ♪ ♪ I sent you a postcard, ♪ I don't love you anymore ♪ ♪ It won't be hard, one ♪ thing I know for sure ♪ ♪ Darlin' broken hearts-ville, ♪ aint a spot on my map ♪ ♪ I'm going to Lubbock cause ♪ that's where the bars are at ♪ Common.

(instrumental music) ♪ Well I spent too ♪ long running around ♪ ♪ Wondering when ♪ you'd come back ♪ ♪ So I'm going to Lubbock ♪ ♪ Cause that's where ♪ the bars are at ♪ ♪ I sent you a postcard, ♪ I don't love you anymore ♪ ♪ It won't be hard, one ♪ thing I know for sure ♪ ♪ Darlin' broken-heartsville, ♪ aint a spot on my map ♪ ♪ I'm going to Lubbock, ♪ that's where the bars are at ♪ ♪ I'm going to Lubbock, ♪ that's where the bars are at ♪ (guitar music) A Stonewall hippie, that's a...

Pants, you created that name.

So you elaborate on how that name came in.

- I mean a Stonewall hippie, I remember one night James and I were playing here at the Blue Light and I looked over at literally a stone wall and James was saying that we're hippies.

And I was like, "No, bro, we're Stonewall hippies."

It's pretty as simple.

That's about it.

- Sounds deeper than it is.

- It's, yeah.

(instrumental music) ♪ I've been to hell ♪ on a fast train babe ♪ ♪ Lit a cigarette, ♪ smiled, and waved ♪ ♪ Took my place on the ♪ devil's captain's chair ♪ ♪ The first time ♪ that I saw things ♪ ♪ All alone in a crowded place ♪ ♪ There was music ♪ in the air was ♪ ♪ She was coursing in my veins ♪ ♪ She said I'm Cocaine, ♪ what cha gonna do with me ♪ ♪ Once you have a taste you'll ♪ never be through with me ♪ ♪ I tried to say no but ♪ I couldn't help myself ♪ ♪ And there's no way I ♪ could ever come down ♪ ♪ From the high the ♪ last night on the town ♪ ♪ I need a hit with my ♪ sweet baby Cocaine ♪ ♪ Said she wanted me ♪ to quit that stuff ♪ ♪ She led me meet her ♪ mama, we'd be in love ♪ ♪ But I never met a ♪ woman I can stand ♪ ♪ So I left her on ♪ the side street ♪ ♪ Outta town in New Orleans ♪ ♪ She called me right ♪ back said, nevermind ♪ ♪ She said, I'm Cocaine, ♪ what you gonna do with me ♪ ♪ Once you have a taste you'll ♪ never be through with me ♪ ♪ I tried to say no, but ♪ I couldn't help myself ♪ ♪ There's no way I ♪ could ever come now ♪ ♪ From last night on the town ♪ ♪ I need a hit with my ♪ sweet baby Cocaine ♪ (instrumental music) ♪ Cocaine, what you ♪ gonna do with me ♪ ♪ Once you've had a taste you'll ♪ never be through with me ♪ ♪ I tried to say no, but ♪ I couldn't help myself ♪ ♪ There's no way, I ♪ could ever come down ♪ ♪ From the high of last ♪ night on the town ♪ ♪ I need a hit, ♪ with my sweet baby ♪ ♪ Gimmie a hit from ♪ my sweet baby ♪ ♪ Oh I need a hit from ♪ my sweet baby Cocaine ♪ (instrumental music) ♪ Ben said he saw ♪ you down at Red's ♪ ♪ Hanging on and ♪ talking to some guy ♪ ♪ That you just met downtown ♪ ♪ I think it's time for ♪ me to take a drive ♪ ♪ I don't wanna talk I wanna ♪ see it with my eyes in person ♪ ♪ And it aint gonna be good ♪ ♪ Aint gonna be good ♪ ♪ I can tell by the way ♪ that you've been leaving ♪ ♪ That something, something ♪ else been going on ♪ ♪ This is all my hell, ♪ my brimstone, my fire ♪ ♪ This is a ♪ relationship revival ♪ ♪ Well, I parked just ♪ a little up the road ♪ ♪ Had a loaded 45 in ♪ the pocket of my coat ♪ ♪ Just waiting, waiting ♪ on you and him ♪ ♪ I could tell that I ♪ caught you by surprise ♪ ♪ When I walked up ♪ and put a barrel ♪ ♪ Right between ♪ his eyes and said ♪ ♪ That's when I said, ♪ I can tell by the way ♪ ♪ That you've been leaving ♪ ♪ That something, something ♪ else been going on ♪ ♪ This is all my hell, ♪ my brimstone, my fire ♪ ♪ Well this is a ♪ relationship revival ♪ (instrumental music) ♪ I can tell by the way ♪ that you've been leaving ♪ ♪ That something, something ♪ else been going on ♪ ♪ This is all my hell, ♪ my brimstone, my fire ♪ ♪ This is a relationship, ♪ this is a relationship ♪ ♪ This is a relationship ♪ ♪ Revival ♪ (instrumental music) - I learned from a friend named Chad Dot a long time ago, just play the guitar through an amp.

And if you need more, learn how to drive your guitar through it.

And I soaked it in wholeheartedly.

And so I have a few pedals, but they only add like one or two stages.

But the biggest thing is just purity.

(guitar music) ♪ There's still a few more ♪ bones left in my closet ♪ ♪ With a couple things that ♪ I can't afford to lose ♪ ♪ If I let them go, I'd have ♪ nothing left to cling to ♪ ♪ Just have the clothes on ♪ my back and a pair of shoes ♪ ♪ And I hope there's still ♪ time for being honest ♪ ♪ I've learned not to ♪ leave my words unsaid ♪ ♪ So I air out all my ♪ feelings like a bed sheet ♪ ♪ I'm hanging out to ♪ dry, my soul a bit ♪ ♪ 'Cause I wanted you ♪ more than a love song ♪ ♪ That I was born to sing ♪ ♪ And I wanna look ♪ into the mirror ♪ ♪ And just once, ♪ like the man I see ♪ ♪ So I carry around the ♪ burden of the wave ♪ ♪ For the secrets that I keep ♪ ♪ Well 'I love you' always ♪ seemed so unfamiliar ♪ ♪ You never once crossed ♪ paths of my own way ♪ ♪ And your gentle voice, it ♪ called me in the evening ♪ ♪ But I was too far gone ♪ to find the words to say ♪ ♪ Cause I wanted you ♪ more than a love song ♪ ♪ That I was born to sing ♪ ♪ And I want to look ♪ into the mirror ♪ ♪ And just for once, ♪ like the man I see ♪ ♪ So I carry around the ♪ burden of the weight ♪ ♪ For the secrets that I keep ♪ (guitar music) ♪ 'Cause I wanted you ♪ more than a love song ♪ ♪ That I was born to sing ♪ ♪ And I want to look ♪ into the mirror ♪ ♪ And just once, ♪ like the man I see ♪ ♪ So I carry around the ♪ burden of the weight ♪ ♪ I carry around the ♪ burden of the weight ♪ ♪ And secrets that I keep ♪ (guitar music) (piano music) ♪ When I was young ♪ my mama said ♪ ♪ That she hated getting ♪ it from your feet ♪ ♪ Of all the poison ♪ in this land ♪ ♪ There's nothing like a ♪ woman to make you weak ♪ ♪ But I grew up and ♪ I feel in love ♪ ♪ With a bright eyed ♪ girl from New Orleans ♪ ♪ And I swore I'd make you ♪ happy the day I made you mine ♪ ♪ Wish I listened, to always ♪ love the leaving kind ♪ ♪ I swore I'd do right ♪ by you and heaven knows ♪ ♪ I gave it my best shot ♪ ♪ I turn down all ♪ the pretty girls ♪ ♪ And do everything I could ♪ to be the man you want ♪ ♪ But you took all ♪ my good years ♪ ♪ With the marriage and ♪ the home you left behind ♪ ♪ Left me picking ♪ up the pieces ♪ ♪ But I'm still trying to ♪ find what I've been missing ♪ ♪ Always love the leaving kind ♪ (instrumental music) (guitar music) ♪ Why'd you have to make it ♪ ♪ What came along with ♪ that blame in myself ♪ ♪ That night of desperation I ♪ tried to drink myself to sleep ♪ ♪ But that don't help ♪ ♪ I'm holding on ♪ like quicksand ♪ ♪ And now my backs ♪ against the wall ♪ ♪ I never thought I'd go there ♪ ♪ Where the rope swings ♪ all seem too far to fall ♪ ♪ That you're the ♪ one who stays mad ♪ ♪ I always love ♪ the leaving kind ♪ (instrumental music) ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa, ♪ the leaving kind ♪ ♪ The leaving kind ♪ ♪ The leaving kind ♪ (instrumental music) ♪ Whoa, whoa, whoa ♪ ♪ The leaving kind ♪ (instrumental music) (gentle music)