T. Ribes
T. is 20 years old.
He is the Acoustic Guitarist of Blues Beyond Time.
T. is also known as "-Mojo-".
T. is located in Brussels at Lucky Strike | Brussels.
T. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Last Call at the Juke Joint
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Song Details
Last Call at the Juke Joint is Singalong music in tempo Moderato. The music is GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS and the lyrics are GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS. The song was written 1/28/2025 by T. Ribes. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
7 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Blues |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
2/12/2025 |
Dominant Instruments
Lead Vocals
Acoustic Guitar
Electric Guitar
Turntable System
Cello
Special Lyrics
(Verse 1)
The jukebox plays one last song,
The bar’s still full, but I don’t belong.
The lights are dimmin’, the drinks run dry,
And I’m just tryin’ to get by.
(Chorus)
Last call at the juke joint, don’t go home,
Another round of blues before I’m all alone.
The whiskey’s burnin’, and the night is cold,
But this ol’ jukebox still sings what I’m told.
(Verse 2)
The bartender wipes the counter clean,
While the rest of the crowd just sits and dreams.
I’m holdin’ my bottle, and I’m holdin’ my pride,
Wonderin’ if it’s time to leave this night behind.
(Chorus)
Last call at the juke joint, don’t go home,
Another round of blues before I’m all alone.
The whiskey’s burnin’, and the night is cold,
But this ol’ jukebox still sings what I’m told.
(Bridge)
The lights are flickerin’, the crowd’s gone thin,
But the jukebox still hums that mournful spin.
I can’t leave yet, don’t want it to end,
I’m just a stranger, but I’m searchin’ for a friend.
(Outro)
So here’s to the last drink, the last song played,
In this juke joint where the memories fade.
The night’s almost over, but the blues still linger,
As I raise my glass with a tired finger.
Record Releases
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