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Dynamike
16.07.2003, 14:12
Da fehlt doch noch was... genau: Musik!
Wie wär's denn mit ein bisschen Irish Folk Music?

THE PUB WITH NO BEER

It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the camp fire at night where the wild dingoes call,
But there's nothing so lonesome so morbid or drear
Than to stand in a bar of a pub with no beer.

Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a far away lock on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer.

Then the stock-man rides up with his dry dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wat from his coat,
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer,
When the bar man said sadly the pub's got no beer.

Ther's a dog on the 'randa-h for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer.

Old Billy the blacksmith first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife,
He walks in the kitchen, she says you're early me dear,
But he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer

RS-USER-Cypher
16.07.2003, 14:18
Dann doch lieber die Pogues ... ! :D

RS-USER-Defi Brillator
16.07.2003, 14:51
Here you go... ;)

One summer evening drunk to hell I sat there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang where the water lilies grow
And on the Jukebox Johnny sang about a thing called love.
And it‘s how are you kid and what‘s your name
And how would you bloody know ?

In blood and death `neath a screaming sky I lay down on the ground.
And the arms and legs of other men were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed then bled some more

And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me.
But when we got back lablled parts one two three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me.

And a rovin‘, a rovin‘, a rovin‘ I‘ll go for a pair of brown eyes

I looked at him, he looked at me, all I could do was hate him.
While Ray and Philomena sang of my elusive dreams.
I saw the streams, the rolling hills where his brown eyes where waitin‘
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes that waited once for me

So drunk to hell I left the place sometimes crawlin‘ sometimes walkin‘
A hungry sound came across the breeze so I gave the walls a talkin‘
And I heard the sound of long ago from the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing.

And a rovin‘...
And a rovin‘, a rovin‘, a rovin i‘ll go

For a pair of brown eyes,

For a pair of brown eyes

RS-USER-Sani
16.07.2003, 17:07
*hinsetz* .... *Füssehochleg* .... *geniess*

RS-USER-Defi Brillator
16.07.2003, 18:38
Kennt jemand die Tannahill Weavers?
Is zwar kein Irish Folk, die Jungs kommen dafür aber aus Schottland und können deswegen schon mal gar nicht schlecht sein!! ;) Schön mit BagPipes und so...

Ruediger
16.07.2003, 18:40
Original geschrieben von Sani
*hinsetz* .... *Füssehochleg* .... *geniess*
Hallo Sani,

Hast Du noch eine lecker Zigarre in Griffweite?

RS-USER-Sani
16.07.2003, 18:46
na klaro... Humidor steht am Eingang.....

Dynamike
17.07.2003, 17:33
SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS

As I went home on a Monday night, as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a horse outside the door where my ould horse should be,
Well I called me wife and I said to her,
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that horse outside the door where my ould horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly ould fool, and still you cannot see,
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me,
Well it's many a day I travelled a hundred miles or more,
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before.

And as I went home on a Tuesday night,
As drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a coat behind the door where my ould coat should be,
Well I called me wife and I said to her,
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns the coat behind the door where my ould coat should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly ould fool, and still you cannot see,
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me,
Well it's many a day I travelled a hundred miles or more,
But buttons on a blanket sure I never saw before.

And as I went home on a Wednesday night, as drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a pipe upon the chair where my ould pipe should be,
Well I called me wife and I said to her,
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns the pipe upon the chair where my ould pipe should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly ould fool, and still you cannot see,
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me,
Well it's many a day I travelled a hundred miles or more,
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before.

As I came home on a Thursday night,
As drunk as drunk could be,
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my ould boots should be,
Well I called me wife and I said to her,
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my ould boots should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly ould fool,
And still you cannot see,
They're two lovely geranium pots me mother sent to me,
Well it's many a day I travelled a hundred miles or more,
But laces in geranium pots sure I never saw before.

And as I went home on a Friday night,
As drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a head inside the bed where my ould head should be,
Well I called me wife and I said to her,
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who owns that head with you in the bed where my ould head should be?
Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly ould fool, and still you cannot see,
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me,
Well it's many a day I travelled a hundred miles or more,
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before.

Dynamike
19.07.2003, 15:40
THE OLD ALARM CLOCK

When first I came to London in the year of fourty-nine,
The city looked so wonderful and the girls were so divine,
But the coppers got suspicious and they soon gave me the knock:
I was charged with being the owner of an old alarm clock.

Oh next morning down by Barber street I caused no little stir,
The IRA were busy and the telephones did burr,
Said the judge "I'm going to charge you with the possession of this machine
And I'm also going to charge you with the wearing of the green."

Now says I to him "Your honor, if you'll give me half a chance,
I'll show you how me small machine can make the peelers dance:
It ticks away politely till you get an awful shock
And it ticks away the gelignite in me old alarm clock."

Said the judge "Now listen here, my man, and I'll tell you of our plan,
For you and all your countrymen I do not give a damn
The only time you'll take is mine ten years in Dartmoor dock-
And you can count it by the ticking of your old alarm clock.

Now this lonely Dartmoor city would put many in the jigs,
The cell it isn't pretty and it isn't very big.
Sure I'd long ago have left the place if I had only got
Ah, me couple of sticks of gelignite and me old alarm clock.

RS-USER-Defi Brillator
19.07.2003, 16:22
As I walked by the the dockside so fair,
To view the saltwater an take the sea air,
I heard an old fisherman singing a song,
Won't you take me away, boys, my time is not long.

Chorus:
Wrap me up in me oilskin and jumper,
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me ol' shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see you some day in Fiddler's Green

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away.

Chorus: ...

When you get on the docks and the long trip is through,
There's Pubs and there's Clubs and there's lassies there, too
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is free
And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree :-p

Chorus:

Now, I don't want nor a halo, not mee
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me ol' squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the riggin to sing me a song.

Chorus: