The Cove / The Armory / Bulldogs / Numbers: Gay Bar Goldmine

Lyrics

[Intro]
Meet me on Peachtree, nineteen eighty-nine.
The map is in your memory.
The password is the time.

[Verse 1]
Start the night at Bulldogs, on the patio outside.
A jukebox playing something cheap, nowhere left to hide.
A simple well drink, ice that cracks and melts so slow.
Just a place to start the engine, a familiar, friendly glow.

[Verse 2]
A little ways up Peachtree, push a different, heavier door.
Red vinyl booths are waiting, they've seen it all before.
A double here's a triple, that's the legend that they tell.
A queen is on the tiny stage, casting her cheap spell.

[Chorus]
The Cove! The Armory!
Bulldogs! And Numbers!
We drew the map in neon light against the rolling thunders.
A city full of ghosts we knew, a beat inside the floor.
We found our goldmine, and we always came back for more.

[Verse 3]
Now change the vibe completely, head to Monroe Drive.
Concrete floors and shadows where the other half can thrive.
The air is thick with leather, and a look that says you know.
A different kind of family, a different kind of show.

[Chorus]
The Cove! The Armory!
Bulldogs! And Numbers!
We drew the map in neon light against the rolling thunders.
A city full of ghosts we knew, a beat inside the floor.
We found our goldmine, and we always came back for more.

[Bridge]
It wasn't just the liquor, or the fog machine's white light.
It was the space between the heartbeats in the middle of the night.
A place to finally breathe, a place to not explain.
A shelter from the city's cold, a shelter from the rain.

[Chorus]
The Cove! The Armory!
Bulldogs! And Numbers!
We drew the map in neon light against the rolling thunders.
A city full of ghosts we knew, a beat inside the floor.
We found our goldmine, and we always came back for more!

[Outro]
Numbers... the sticky floor...
Bulldogs... one drink more...
The Armory... past the door...
The Cove... forevermore...