Дата: Воскресенье, 27.02.2011, 01:23 | Сообщение # 1
Меломан
Группа: Администраторы
Сообщений: 66
Статус: Offline
2007 - Legends Never Die
Roll The Woodpile Down
way down South where the cocks do crow, Way down in Florida Them gals all dance to the old banjo. And we'll roll the woodpile down
Chorus: Rollin! Rollin! Rollin the whole world round, That brown gal of mine's on the Georgia line! And we'll roll the woodpile down!
When I was a young man in my prime, I danced with the brown gals two at a time.
We'll roll him high and we'll roll him low, We'll hoist him up anyway we'll go.
Oh - roust and bust her is the cry, A sailor's wage is never high.
My dear old mother wrote to me: "Tom, my son, come home from sea."
She sent me money she sent me clothes, I drank the money and I pawned the clothes.
One more pull and that'll do, For we're the boys to kick her through.
Fire Marshall Willy
When the night is cold and the hours are long, I think about good times now long since gone, But no memory pleases me more to recall, Than the night that dear Willy came out on a crawl
He was 18 for a few hours more, I fed him some whisky as he walked through my door The sounds of a house-party rolled down the street So we pounded our Pilsner and leapt to our feet.
Oh he had his filling Tequila swilling Oh he put out the flames And it earned him the name Fire marshal Willy
Oh we led him away to the depths of the house With Jose Cuervo and old famous grouse He took 15 shots in the blink of an eye Fell under the porch by the bbq side
And they told him just sit down instead Do touch that extinguisher shiny and red But William was drunk as I'd ere seen a man And so the insanity surely began
Oh he had his filling Tequila swilling Oh he put out the flames And it earned him the name Fire marshal Willy
10 minutes later he flashed me a smile There wasn't combustion within 20 miles He'd hosed every chap in the whole fucking place And threw his cold water right in Justine's face
When the night is cold and the hours are long, I think about good times now long since gone, But no memory gives me more pleasure then Than the night that dear Willy became a new man
Oh he had his filling Tequila swilling Oh he put out the flames And it earned him the name Fire marshal Willy
Oh he had his filling Tequila swilling Oh he put out the flames And it earned him the name
Katie, Bar The Door
Katie, bar the door, the Devil’s here again. He’s looking for a saviour, he’s looking for a friend. The Devil drinks in places you and I have never been. So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in.
When I was just a young’un, Sir, I came without a sound. She said this ship is sank and now a nice soldier’s drowned. (?) We took three hundred British to the bottom of the sea.
Well I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hull, Of a prison ship bound for Australia. Many good men believe, I’m the bastard of the sea, And the ghost of a highwayman. Sails! Hurry up!
As a ghost I damned you, I brought you to the world, Or I’d just shuck and sully seven miles below hell. For dune strips and Covent ships, smiling bastards lay, Counting out their pennies to escape another day.
Well I was eighteen years old, I was down in the hull, Of a prison ship bound for Australia. Many good men believe, I’m the bastard of the sea, And a ghost of a highwayman. Sails! Hurry up!
So, Katie, bar the door, the Devil’s here again. He’s looking for a saviour, he’s looking for a friend. The Devil drinks in places you and I have never been. So Katie, bar the door, and never let him in.
2009 - Victory Square
Eliza Lee
The smartest clipper you can find is, Ho eh, ho ah, are you most done? Shes the Margaret Evans on a blue sky line! Clear away the track and let the bulgine run.
To my aye rig a jig in a junting gun, Ho eh, ho ah, are you most done? With Eliza Lee all on my knee, Clear away the track and let the bulgine run.
Oh, we're outward bound for the west creek pier Ho eh, ho ah, are you most done? We'll go ashore at liverpool pier, Clear away the track and let the bulgine run.
To my aye rig a jig in a junting gun, Ho eh, ho ah, are you most done? With Eliza Lee all on my knee, Clear away the track and let the bulgine run.
And when we're over in New York Town, Ho eh, ho ah, are you most done? We'll dance their bowly girls around, Clear away the track and let the bulgine run.
To my aye rig a jig in a junting gun, Ho eh, ho ah, are you most done? With Eliza Lee all on my knee, Clear away the track and let the bulgine run.
Oh the Margaret Tenans on the blue star line, Ho eh, ho ah, are you most done? Shes never a day behind the time, Clear away the track and let the bulgine run.
To my aye rig a jig in a junting gun, Ho eh, ho ah, are you most done? With Eliza Lee all on my knee, Clear away the track and let the bulgine run.
Oh, when we're back in Liverpool town, Ho eh, ho ah, are you most done? I'll stand your whiskeys all around! Clear away the track and let the bulgine run.
To my aye rig a jig in a junting gun, Ho eh, ho ah, are you most done? With Eliza Lee all on my knee, Clear away the track and let the bulgine run.
To my aye rig a jig in a junting gun, Ho eh, ho ah, are you most done? With Eliza Lee all on my knee, Clear away the track and let the bulgine run.
Victory Square
My name is wailin' Johnny Way, hey, Johny Boreen At cordova and carrall Was formed in the marrow Of whiskey and amphetamines
They call me wailin' Johnny Way, hey, Johnny Boreen A mile from the shore By these heroes of yours I'll be there Hands in the air
Victory square in all its glory Way, hey, Johnny Boreen The pubs and the junkers The skids and the punkers Have always been good to me
But the citizens deplore me Way, hey, Johnny Boreen So cruel and fickle without a nickel to spare Hands in the air Victory square
My brothers and my sisters Way, hay, Johnny Boreen This world will defame them And money will claim them And cast them right out to sea
Say a prayer for wailin' Johnny Way, hey, Johnny Boreen At cambie and hastings I shall be wasting a prayer Hands in the air Victory square
2010 - Polka’s Not Dead
Polka Never Dies
Your eyes were filled with stars So you pick up a guitar and how the people gave the attention that you crave Tonight, the stage is yours but the world has watched you rise and fall a thousand times before Polka Never Dies!
So when your face is gone the dance will carry on and you'll rot down in your grave with the souls you couldn't save Tonight, the stage is yours how they loved your moans and sighs But oh, the reaper loved you more Polka Never Dies!
Come all you Indie Hipster Darlings and new pop country Starlings, To the main street legion hall look into my crystal ball Emo, Screamo, Polka Never Dies! Last call, dance hall, Polka Never Dies! You'll be the first against the wall You'll be the first against the wall
Gintlemen's Club
Along the lanes of London city We convene this fine committee Me sons and daughters, the Juniper and water Will lead you from the slaughter Sit down with the Gintlemen
Mother Mary, Aphrodite, Shiva won't compare to Lady Geneva Friend, I will submit this God, may be your witness but she's your daily fitness
Sit down with the Gintlemen
When you need a topping for your wages, when you'll all be nipping at your cages, Come you wretched creatures, the evenings triple feature Let old Tom be your teacher Sit down with the Gintlemen
We'll all be happy 'til we die Gintlemen's Club: OOH AYE!!!