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My Dear Father
04:05
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Here`s a drunken lullaby, about the day that I was born
A cold October morning, with me mother`s stomach torn
I was raised by me ma
me dad now and then
A very seldom sober man, always trying to make amends
There where to many reasons, there where to many lies
That it became the season of drunken lullabies
For the life that led us on
For the choices we made
For the love we leaned upon, to forgive our mistakes
My dear father, I know you`re looking down
Am I making you proud some how?
All me life I was full of rage, can`t you see the mess you made
I know you`re looking down
You had too many demons, to make a life of your own
So you walked in his footprints, when you felt alone
Our life was a fight song, with too many rounds
I hope you found your peace somehow, wherever you are now
My dear father, cause of you I do exist
I am proud I`ve become like this
It`s not a grudge, this is moving on
I know your tears they washed away the blood, the day I was born
Here`s a drunken lullaby about the day that I was born
A cold October morning with me mother`s stomach torn
I was raised by me ma
me dad now and then
A very seldom sober man, always trying to make amends
My dear father, I know you`re looking down
Am I making you proud some how?
All me life I was full of rage
Can`t you see the mess you made
I know you`re looking down
My dear father, cause of you I do exist
I am proud I`ve become like this
It`s not a grudge, this is moving on
I know your tears, they washed away, the blood the day I was born
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Bonnie Lass
02:52
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I met her Easter morning , her eyes they shone so bright
Her body was magnificent, in a dress so tight
I asked her what her name was, she said she go by Bonnie
but if you buy me a couple O´ pints, you can call me honey
She told me that she loved me, she even yelled it out
She thought I was the one for her, of that she had no doubt
But if she really loved me, why was I lying here, with a bullet in me head in a pool of blood and beer?
As the story did unfold we went from bar to bed
Everything was going fine, ´till she found out I was wed
She chased me out onto the streets and cursed me family name
And then she took a pistol out and took a careful aim
Chorus
Me life flashed before me, as I laid dying on the ground
I yelled out take me wallet and buy me boys around
and scribe onto me tombstone, here lies poor ol` Ronnie
He was shot by a crazy hag
Who goes by the name of Bonnie
Chorus
So take this warning from me son, now listen to me word
If you take a Bonnie lass home, you`re gonna end up hurt
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3. |
Ghost Of Anne Reily
03:26
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One even night I was heading out, I saw her sadden face
Steering back at me from across the streets, a Lady full of grace
I closed me eyes till she was gone, like a leaf in the wind
I blamed it on imagination, but soon should see her again
Next time that I saw her, I was lying in my bed
I awoke from dreams to find myself, trembling with dread
From across the room she stood there, standing, pointing her fingers at me
I heard her voice inside me head, you´re mine I guarantee
Chorus
She`s the messenger of death, a lonely soul with a curse
If she calls your name, you`ll be riding in the hearse
She`s as sure as fuckin’ taxes, so get ready to make amends
´Cause the ghost of Anne Reily will surely be your end
As days they passed and months went by, I saw her everywhere
I thought I was going insane, became filled up with despair
I tried to tell me friends, but they all just laughed at me
There´s no such thing as ghosts, they all seemed to agree
Then all of a sudden she was gone, or so at least it seemed
I started to believe that she was just a part of my dreams
Then she came up to me and said life of sin has treated you well
But now you must with cause they wait for you in hell
Chorus
Found myself floating like a ghost up in the air
Looked upon my friends who were all unaware
Of my presence, they seemed to mourn but of whom I didn`t know
Till I saw me body frozen solid in the winter snow
Her destiny dark and grim has passed on down to me
Searching for the souls that live in immorality
So if your living isn`t proper with prayers and honesty
Know that you`ll soon be facing the ghosts of Anne Reily and me
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4. |
King Of Nothing
03:06
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You can call me a king of nothing, you can tell me how worthless I am
How I`ll never amount to nothing, how me whole life is just a sham
You can tear up my dreams and call them all schemes
You can crush every last bit of hope
You can tell me I chose the wrong path in life, how I´m heading down a slippery slope
You can say all these things and oh so much more
The path, which I walk, is the life you adore
You can call me a jester, a fool of the court
You can call me a king of nothing
You don’t understand how I don’t feel no shame
How this could be my claim to fame
If we were related I`m sure you would think
I´d discredit the family name
You can say all these things, and oh so much more
The path which I walk is the life you adore
You can call me a jester, a fool of the court
You can call me a king of nothing
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Some beer was spilled on the barroom floor,
when the pub was shut for the night
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor
Then back on his haunches he sat
And all through the night, you could hear him roar
"Bring on the goddam cat!"
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6. |
One Mad Night At The Pub
02:42
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One, mad, night, at, the, pub
Here we go
Went out the other night
We got fucked up and had a fight
Then we went home to share our love
It was one mad night at the pub
I picked up me lassie and we headed to town
To have a romance, there was plenty around
But we didn`t mind, had the night all planned
Till all of a sudden things got out of hand
We finished our meal and we paid the bill
Walked out the door, but that was until
the boys showed up, the band went on stage
It was one of those nights and we just got paid, so
Went out the other night, we got fucked up and had a fight
then we went home to share our love, it was one mad night at the pub
Went out the other night, we got fucked up and had a fight
then we went home to share our love and got fucked up on drugs
Me girl was not pleased to say at least, we started freaking out and causing a scene
I raised me voice to show I was the man, till of a sudden things got out of hand
I tried to calm her down but her feelings where hurt, but no matter what I was out in the dirt
I gave her the tongue, we started to flirt
and the it went from bad to worse
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I went out to get a drink, but ended up in jail
don’t know what went wrong, ´cause I was drunk
Gin, whiskey and beer, I drank it like a fish
And crawled through the city like a rat
A riot was going on, so I tried to move along
But I was recognized, for something I didn`t do that night
I yelled and I screamed and I cursed and I spit
But they wouldn`t hear the words I had to say
Police don`t give a shit, no they just want to kick
A man that`s drunk and laying on the ground
I woke up in a cell, realized I was in jail
I thought they would have kicked me to death
They wouldn`t give me food, they wouldn`t give water
I sure hope they`ll burn up in hell
So I went before a judge, He said "son you`re pretty fucked"
I´ll send you to hell, and they kicked me right back to my cell
I yelled and I screamed and I cursed and I spit
But he wouldn`t hear the words I had to say
The judge don`t give a shit, no he just wants to kick
a man that`s drunk and laying on the ground
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8. |
Rose Full Of Thorns
03:47
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As the moon rose over the city,
I found meself leaving home
I went out to meet a friend who wouldn`t drink alone
Another broken heart had to drown
Now it was time to repay for all of the times he`d been around
So me friend and I we met at the rover and he got all the things off his chest
He felt the weight of the world leave his shoulders
And we agreed it was all for the best
Now it was time to repay for all of the times I`d been a mess
Chorus
Singing ‘turra ley’
What a wonderful day
Time to drink all our sorrows away
Stranger than friction the night took a twist
4 long legged lassies appeared from the mist
They`d comfort our hearts and refill our souls
so we legged it from the pub as we went for stroll
now it was time to repay for all of the times we`d lost control
we ended up in the alley on the pitch blackest night
oh me Jesus we were in for a fright
I felt something hard rub up towards me leg and I yelled out
No that can`t be right
Now it was time to head for the hills
And regain our sight
Chorus
Let me tell you lads that night we learned our lesson
Not to take any women for granted
For frights good fun and a blessing
Always question the apple you`re handed
Now it is time to cheer with drunken leers
let`s all feel wanted
Chorus
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9. |
Make Me A Saint
04:15
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So she left me once again, now I´m drinking away the pain
Roaming from bar to bar in the cold November rain
If you need me I`m halfway there, drinking so I won`t care
No your never gonna make me a saint
All I got is a shot of whiskey and me worn out scally cab
I don’t have the money, to pay me growing tab
She called me a no good punk and then she kicked me out
Well I`ll be a no good drunk, if you buy me another stout
With two pounds in me pocket and no place to sleep tonight
All I can say is fuck it, cause I can`t make it right
So I stumble in to Foley´s, find an empty chair
On the lookout all evening for a one night affair
Chorus
Yeah this might be my swansong, so buy me another round
For this old son of Ireland is sure to be hell bound
You tried to make me wear all those fancy clothes, you thought I was your dress up doll Yeah I suppose
Now I`m back in me T-shirts, me trusted old chucks and you might even find holes in me socks
I sat through all your Tv-shows and tried to give a crap Our conversations where less interesting than bubble wrap
My hair might be a mess and I don’t know how to dressbut I tell you the truth, I couldn`t care less
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10. |
Stingy Jack´s Rumble
02:00
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Instrumental
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11. |
Day Of Defeat
03:40
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Sometimes I just feel like, I want to drink myself to death
Let beer ´n whiskey, rum and coke, be the smell of me dying breath
Live the life of character from a Jack Kerouac book
Be the bum on the streets, that gives you the dirty look
Don`t care about friends nor family, fly solo as a bird
Choosing my own path in life, not following the herd
Donate all my possessions to a worthy charity
Like pawning it for money and spending it on me
But somehow I find the strength, to let me face the day
I guess I value life too much to let mine rot away
Do you know those days, when it all just feels the same?
You look yourself in the mirror and all you feel is shame?
It feels like you lost all your chips in one game?
And there isn`t no one else but yourself to blame?
With all the shite you yelled at her, on the phone last night
You know there isn`t a thing you can do, to make those things go right
Now all you face is hangovers and days of defeat
Can you look me into the eyes and say you`re proud of your deeds?
Chorus
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12. |
Town I Love So Well
04:46
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If I was born in Dublin
A gangster I would be
I`d run the streets of Finglas
With captains under me
I´d be the dog in charge of it all
Pay the cops a weekly fee
But I guess that wasn´t me path in life
He had other plans for me
If I was born in Dublin
A Poet I would be
I`d roam the streets and smelly old pubs
With thoughts of distant dreams
I´d feel the wind beneath me wings
Be a soul forever free
But I guess that wasn´t me path in life
He had other plans for me
Chorus
So gather along, and I`ll tell yas a tale, about the town I love so well
And how me life just might have been, If you changed a blessing and took away some sin
If I was born in Dublin
A junkie I would be
I´d live each day as it was me last
As long as I fed my needs
I´d hit the streets of misery
Untill me heart would bleed
But I guess that wasn´t me path in life
He had other plans for me
If I was born in Dublin
A Dublin man I´d be
Sound as a pound, Salt of the earth
As me uncles are to me
I´d pass the pub
After me work, With 7 mouths to feed
But I guess that wasn´t me path in life
He had other plans for me
Chorus
If I was born abroad
Near Copenhagen streets
I´d be the man you see today
With Irish family genes
I´d sing you a song
And give ya smile, talk about the life we lead
I´m proud to be the man I am
I guess that was his plans for me.
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Chorus
Lend me this month`s rent, cause I just pawned me last guitar
and the broken piece of junk, won`t get me very far
I promise that tomorrow I`ll get myself a job
I just need this last drink, just to take the edge off
The boss man he said "we don`t need you around, The economy is bad, there`s no jobs to be found"
The bank send their bills and the family needs food, a man without a job is man subdued
Your pride takes a blow and your self esteem is low, don`t know who to turn to or where you can go
The pride you once saw when facing the mirror, is fading as the lack of hope comes nearer
Chorus
You spend hours on applications that filled you with pride, but they soon leave you shameful cause again you`re denied
Thanks for your time but someone else was just better, it’s the same old fucking message in every letter
You settle for less to have something to do, each day at your work is a turn off the screw
All those years spend in school now nothing to show, a dead end job and nowhere to go
Chorus
Everywhere you yeah the question`s the same: "What is it you do?"
The answer fills you with shame, you hoped for something else and strived for something better
But all that you got was a rejection letter
Only 40 more years of punching in punching out, It will be the death of you and that’s without a doubt
As time wears on despair is all you exude , a man without a job is a man subdued
Chorus
When the sun rises tomorrow a new man will appear
I´ll shed these drunken ropes a gentler man will be there
So lend me this month`s rent cause I just pawned me last guitar
And the tuneless old thing won`t get me very far
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Rovers Ahead Copenhagen, Denmark
Rovers Ahead are drunken lullabies at 3 am. They´re the energy of punk and the soul of the Irish song. They´re Irish leadsinger Nathan Corcoran´s stories of drinking, debauchery, family tragedy and lost love. They´re traditional instruments such as violin, mandolin and banjo in a back alley fight with hard-hitting drums, pumping bass and loud guitars. They´re Irish pub punk - and they´re good ... more
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