Brick Store Pub: A Pint of History

Lyrics

[Intro]
Step off the square, leave the night behind.
Push through the door, see what you find.

[Verse 1]
These bricks remember holding people's pay.
Back when this building was a bank, they say.
Before that, dry goods, floorboard to high rafter.
Then Gallagher, Blanchard, and Alan Ray...
They came looking for a different kind of laughter.
A currency of community.
December first, cold winter of ninety-seven.
They just wanted a place to talk, a place to think.
Over a proper, hand-pulled, honest drink.

[Chorus]
And the main screen here is a human face.
The only broadcast is this time and place.
No glowing blue, just the firelight's gleam.
Just the flow of the conversational stream.
This is the sound of a city's heart.
Taking a moment, playing its part.

[Verse 2]
My eyes trace the chalk on the long dark board.
Every name a promise, a flavor explored.
From a town in Belgium to a farm down the road.
There's the slow, steady pull of the cask engine's arm,
Pouring unfiltered ale, keeping it safe from harm.
And I could climb that winding wooden stair,
To the Belgian bar, find the proper glassware there.
Sit in the Trappist room, a space apart,
Chasing the chill from a winter heart.

[Chorus]
'Cause the main screen here is a human face.
The only broadcast is this time and place.
No glowing blue, just the firelight's gleam.
Just the flow of the conversational stream.
This is the sound of a city's heart.
Taking a moment, playing its part.

[Bridge]
How many stories have these dark woods held?
How many first dates and long farewells?
How many quiet victories have been spelled
out across these tables, stained with rings of foam?
You're more than a pub. You're Decatur's living room.
You're a kind of home.

[Outro]
So here's to the murmur.
Here's to the clink of glass.
Here's to the moments that last.
On hallowed ground.