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 Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 6:44 pm
Everyone should have, in my opinion, drinking music. What's yours?
Mine is Flogging Molly. Mostly anything from them. Mainly, however, the album Drunken Lullabies. When I listen to Within a Mile of Home, I get really nostalgic. Especially to Wanderlust and Within A Mile Of Home. Wanderlust reminds me of my three brothers whom I left behind. Funny thing is, they're not really technically brothers, but they're the family I had at home when I had none.
[Chorus]
Do you still walk the streets at night?
With the wandlust you fight
Back to the corner where we went our
seperate ways
Well I'd love to photograph your hand
Then shake it for a while
Cause you learn so much about someone
A brother or a swine
The veins that plough beneath your path
With so many tales to tell
A picture out of focus
In a frame where no one cares
Calm the ocean breeze
Quiet the raging sea
This stormy ship we sail
Is a bottle filled with rage
[Chorus]
Well we walked upon the railroad
Cause the train no longer ran
Where we caught a glimpse of all we missed
From the stars that filled our eyes
With a dollar in your only coat
And a fireball in your hand
You set your sails for better days
Down in South Australia
Dark though it has been
Your old spirit still shines within
These last thirteen years depraved
Of us anything that's worth sayin'
[Chorus]
So raise a cheer to those forgotten years
Back to the corner where wew went our
seperate ways
Now the carnival is goin' home
The ferris wheel is spent
For those rovin' years of endless jeers
Have dried all that was left
Calm the ocean breeze
Quiet the raging sea
This stormy ship we sail
Is a bottle filled with rage
[Chorus]
It just reminds me of the look on Parker, Sully and Gob's faces as SGT Murray drove by that corner one last time so I could get a good look at the brothers I was leaving behind. Gob and Sully looked about ready to cry, and Parker looked like he was just lost... Its sad how much I miss them.
So, naturally, when I drink nowadays, I avoid WIAMOH like the plague. 'Cause I usually sob myself into a drunken, passed out sleep that way.
Anyway, what's your drinking music consist of?
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 7:51 am
''Silver bells!
Silver bells!''
If you are still conscious after those words, you are not drunk enough to be singing it and are just retarded
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 11:02 am
L-l-l-l-l-liiies Catriona tells lies!
Ohyes, I dare anyone not to like that one drunk, despite only containing 3 power chords throughout. biggrin
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 11:37 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:26 pm
I drove my tractor through your hay stack last night
(ooh aah ooh aah)
I threw me pitchfork at your dog to keep quiet
( ooh aah ooh aah)
Now somethings telling me
That you'm avoiding me
Come on now darlin you've got something i need
Chorus:
Cuz i got a brand new combine harvester
An ill give you the key
Come on now lets get together in perfect harmony
I got twenty acres
An' you got forty three
Now i got a brand new combine harvester
An' ill give you the key.
She made i laugh haha
Ill stick by you, ill give you all that you need
Well 'ave twins and triplets
im a man built for speed
And you know i love you darlin
So give me your hand
But what i want the most
Is all they acres of land
Chorus
Ooaah she's a lovely bit of stuff an' all
For seven long years ive been alone in this place
Eat, sleep, in the kitchen, its a proper disgrace
Now if i cleaned it up would you change your mind
Ill give up drinkin scrumpy and that lager and lime
Chorus
Who loves ya baby ha
Werent we a grand couple at that last wurzel dance
I wore brand new garters and me courderoy pants
In your new sunday dress with your perfume smellin' grand
We had our photos took and us holdin hands
Chorus
Now i got a brand new combine harvester
And ill give you the key
Now that we'm both past our fifties i think that you and me
should stop this galavanting and will you marry me
coz i got a brand new combine harvester
An ill give you the key
Aahh yu're a fine lookin woman and i can't wait to getme hands on your land
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2005 8:22 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2005 3:29 am
Drink, drink yer cider up
that's what me old man taught me
Drink, drink yer cider up
it'll make thy cheeks go rosy
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 2:48 pm
It might be raining and it might be cold,
and the bishops gone and left the fold,
oh we're standing proud and we're walking tall,
we got michael d rocking in the dail for us
michael d rocking in the dail
the shining star for all who strive
to live and love creative lives
the signers on with great ambitions
the mighty open blind dead visions
we got michael d rocking in the dail for us
michael d rocking in the dail
michael d rocking in the dail for us
michael d rocking in the dail
poll of peace and the poll of words
the beckoning free thinking world
poll of every class and colour
crime parades and brave young mothers
we got michael d rocking in the dail for us
michael d rocking in the dail
michael d rocking in the dail for us
michael d rocking in the dail
the time has come and nows our chance,
to sing and smile, get up and dance
he's got the job no better man,
ye've life on ye michael do all that ye can,
welcome in and shifted age
we don't ask more and we've turned the page
we got michael d rocking in the dail for us
michael d rocking in the dail
michael d rocking in the dail for us
michael d rocking in the dail
michael d rocking in the dail
michael d michael d, up and he's michael d michael d michael d givin his all
michael d michael d, up and he's michael d michael d michael d up in the dail
michael d michael d, up and he's michael d michael d michael d givin his all
michael d michael d, up and he's michael d michael d michael d up in the dail
michael d lectured me in sociology, i was in UCG fur the degree
for social policy, global equality, he was the king of the arts faculty
michael d lectured me in sociology, i was in UCG fur the degree
for social policy, global equality, he was the king of the arts faculty
michael d michael d, up and he's michael d michael d michael d givin his all
michael d michael d, up and he's michael d michael d michael d up in the dail
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 2:54 pm
Well I didn't see much future
When I left the Christian brothers school
So I waved it goodbye with a wistful smile
And I left the girls of Tuam
And sometimes when I'm reminiscing
I see the prefabs and my old friends
And I know that they'll be changed or gone
By the time I get home again
Chorus:
And I wish I was on that N 17
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
Yes I wish I was on that N 17
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
Travelling with just my thoughts and dreams
Well the ould fella left me to Shannon
Was the last time I travelled that road
and as I turned left at Claregalway
I could feel a lump in my throat
As I pictured the thousands of times
That I travelled that well worn track
And I know that things would be different
If I ever decide to go back
Chorus:
Now as I tumble down highways
Or filthy overcrowded trains
There's no one to talk to in transit
So I sit there and daydream in vain
And behind all these muddled up problems
Of living on a foreign soil
I can still see the twists and turns on the road
From the square to the town of the tribes
Chorus X2
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 1:38 pm
Chorus
All around my hat I will wear the green willow
All around my hat for a twelve-month and a day
And if anyone should ask me the reason why I'm wearing it
It's all for my true love who's far far away
Fare thee well cold winter and fare thee well cold frost
Nothing have I gained but my own true love I've lost
I'll sing and I'll be merry when occasion I do see
He's a false deluding young man, let him go farewell he
The other night he brought me a fine diamond ring
But he thought to have deprived me of a far better thing
But I being careful like lovers ought to be
He's a false deluding young man, let him go farewell he
Chorus
Here's a half a pound of reasons, and a quarter pound of sense
A small sprig of time and as much of prudence
You mix them all together and you will plainly see
He's a false deluding young man, let him go farewell he
Chorus
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 1:47 pm
There was an old farmer who lived on a rock
He sat in the meadow just shaking his...
Fist at some boys who were down by the crick
Their feet in the water their hands on their...
Marbles and playthings and at half past four
There came a young lady she looked like a...
Pretty young creature she sat on the grass
She pulled up her dress and she showed them her...
Ruffles and laces and white fluffy duck
She said she was learning a new way to...
Bring up her children so they would not spit
While the boys in the barnyard were shovelling...
Refuse and litter from yesterday's hunt...
While the girl in the meadow was rubbing her...
Eyes at the fellow down by the dock
He looked like a man with a sizeable...
Home in the country with a big fence out front
If he asked her politely she'd show him her...
Little pet dog who was subject to fits
And maybe she'd let him grab hold of her...
Small tender hands with a movement so quick
And then she'd bend over and suck on his...
Candy so tasty made of butterscotch
And then he'd spread whipped cream all over her...
Cookies that she had left out on her shelf
If you think this is dirty you can go **** yourself!
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 10:35 am
"I love beer
You love beer
We love beer
We love beer"
Repeat ad infinitum or until somebody tells you to stop.
If the latter should occur punch the b*****d and start again.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 5:55 pm
Free beer free beer that's my favorite kind.
If I didn't have to buy it,
it's the best beer in the land
warped flat funky, it don't matter to me
the greatest beer in the whole world is the one you buy for me!
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 7:59 am
George Thorogood - "1 Bourbon, 1 Scotch, 1 Beer"
Wanna tell you a story,
About the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
Had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent,
And out the door I went
So I goes to the landlady,
I said, "You let me slide?"
I'll have the rent for you in a month,
Next, I don't know.
So said let me slide it on you know people,
I notice when I come home in the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me,
But for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy,
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?",
I said, "No, can't find no job"
Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent
She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job"
Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner,
Leaning up against a post"
I said "But I'm tired! I've been walkin' all day. . ."
She said "That don't confront me,
Long as I get my money next Friday"
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent,
And out the door I went
So I go down the streets,
Down to my good friend's house
I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know,
Can I stay with you maybe a couple days?"
He said "Let me go and ask my wife"
He come out of the house,
I could see it in his face
I know that was no
He said "I don't know man, ah she kinda funny, you know"
I said "I know, everybody funny. Now you funny too."
So I go back home
I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent
She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah"
And then she was so nice,
Loh' she was lovy-dovy
So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go,
I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go
She a-howlin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent,
She ain't gonna get none of it!
So I stop in the local bar you know people,
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want?
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when,
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose,
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
But I'm sitting now at the bar,
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar, here come the bartender
I said "Look man, come down here"
So what you want?
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last,
Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough,
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here,
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Now by this time I'm plenty high,
You know when your mouth a-getting dry, you're plenty high.
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call! For alcohol! So what you need?"
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week,
Gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me,
One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear,
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 4:28 pm
cool I'll sing along lol jaja
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