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  • grzech
    Senior
    • 04-2001
    • 4592

    Piwo a celtic punk - teksty

    Ostatnio "zasłuchuję się" utworami z kręgu muzyków grających i śpiewających (czasem wrzeszczących) coś, co określono jako Celtic Punk (Irish Punk, czy jak tam kto sobie chce). Jak przystało na Irlandczyków (rodzimych, czy tez z drugiej strony Atlantyku) nie wylewaja za kołnierz i podobnie rozmaite alkohole są tematem ich utworów. Na początek The Bloody Irish Boys. Teksty zamieszczam za wiedzą i zgodą lidera grupy Shayne'a Underwooda. Pochodza ze strony - http://www.thebloodyirishboys.com.

    Beer is good Beer is great

    Red Dog Anheiser
    Mickeys and Budweiser
    Natural Light and Natural Ice
    hell any Beer will suffice

    Beer is good Beer is great
    There is no Beer that I hate
    Hell even if its warm
    I will not hesitate

    Fosters Labatte Blue
    Little Kings and Molson too
    Miller High Life Genuine Draft
    Lotsa Beer straight from the tap

    40s Blatz Red White and Blue
    Cant forget Guinness too
    Keystone will do just fine
    Magnum a dollar 29
  • grzech
    Senior
    • 04-2001
    • 4592

    #2
    Poniżej tekst utworu wspomnianych wyżej chłopców.

    Rare Auld Extra Stout

    Gather round me boys gather round me boys
    Its time to drink alright
    Gather round me boys gather round me boys
    Its another saturday night
    The week has past now well have a blast
    Well get drunk and shout
    But just make sure that we dont run out
    Of that rare auld extra stout

    Gather round and fill your glasses
    But do one thing for me
    If you get a hold of that triple X
    Better save some for me
    We like it red we like it black
    We love that extra stout
    But when its late and its closin time
    It makes us wanna shout

    Hey dont close down yet weve only just begun
    Theres still more beer to drink so theres still more fun
    We can play all night long as long as the people shout
    And as long as the bar doesnt run out of that rare auld extra stout

    Gather round and listen up
    To what I have to say
    When its last call for alcohol
    Thats when we all say nay
    And at the end of every single night
    The bar tries to kick us out
    But when its late and its closin time
    Were all gonna shout

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    • Kimer
      Senior
      • 06-2003
      • 154

      #3
      Do tego samego "nurtu" należy też Dropkick Murphys, choć grają ostrzej niż TBIB. O ich uwielbieniu dla piwa świadczy choćby taka tapeta:

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      • grzech
        Senior
        • 04-2001
        • 4592

        #5
        Kolejny tekst utworu z repertuaru The Merry Ploughboys. Zaczerpnięty z ich strony - http://www.merryploughboys.com/index.html za wiedzą i zgodą zespołu. To jest wprawdzie grupa czysto folkowa, ale jak przystało na Irlandzczyków...

        DUBLIN PUB CRAWL
        Donal Cawley / Merry Ploughboys


        When you're sweating and slaving and you don't see the need
        A hot Summers day now is hard not to heed
        So take off your coat lay down on the grass
        You're a leisurely gentleman not working class
        When the streets were on fire in with the sun in July
        And I felt like a pint 'fore I'd drop down and die
        I called out the boys and we went on a crawl
        Bid good day to the Boss, we were going AWOL
        LET LOOSE WITH THE LADS ON THE DUBLIN PUB CRAWL

        Had the first in the dockers had to kill an early thirst
        The second in the Fleet and in Mulligans the third
        Asked the maid behind the bar for a pint of the plain
        There's not many left that understand what you mean
        The fourth for the dinner in the oul Liffey Bar
        The fifth in Thomas Reeds for an afternoon jar
        Downed number six in the famous Long Haul
        That day in July we were going AWOL
        LET LOOSE WITH THE LADS ON THE DUBLIN PUB CRAWL

        Number seven in the Quays with a stag and a hen
        We stayed for number eight, number nine and number ten
        We left the Temple bar for the oul Foggy Dew
        Where to get to number twelve we had another two
        Thirteen in O'Neills didn't bring us much luck
        The lads were slowing down and some were getting stuck
        The porter it was flowing we were heading for a fall
        That day in July we were going AWOL
        LET LOOSE WITH THE LADS ON THE DUBLIN PUB CRAWL

        Bouncers on each door decorated for a Ball
        With a céid míle failte as they frisk one and all
        Bring your hat from the site 'cause you might whack your head
        From the stuff hanging up like me Granny's old shed
        If you're trying to navigate and you've given up the ghost
        Sure every Dublin Pub now has robbed a sign post
        A few funny places had no porter at all
        That day in July we were going AWOL
        LET LOOSE WITH THE LADS ON THE DUBLIN PUB CRAWL

        Celebrated twenty one with some Danes up in Keoghs
        The Vikings are back and nobody knows
        Met a German in the Duke who he looking for a fleadh
        A Swede in Davey Byrnes he was buying Luggala
        Every penny of my pay I'm sure I did lose
        Buying rounds for the session up in O'Donoghues
        Nearly died of shock when I head the last call
        That day in July we were going AWOL
        LET LOOSE WITH THE LADS ON THE DUBLIN PUB CRAWL

        I came across a vision of a bar that never stops
        Where the beer is flowing free and there's only Guinness taps
        A seat for every man you can talk without the sound
        Of a thousand headers bopping to a Lambeg drum
        The vision it was shattered by a big civic guard
        Met the boss going home - he handed me me cards
        Couldn't find a cab fell a asleep in a ball
        That day in July we were going AWOL
        LET LOOSE WITH THE LADS ON THE DUBLIN PUB CRAWL

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        • grzech
          Senior
          • 04-2001
          • 4592

          #6
          Nabyłem ostatnio płytę "Any Port In A Storm" zespołu The Skels. Muzycznie mieszczą się idealnie w nurcie irlandzkiego punka. Obok instrumentarium rokowego mamy tam mandolinę, banjo oraz irlandzką fujareczkę.

          Piosenki, wbrew temu, czego można się spodziewać po tytule nie traktują o wadach i zaletach morskich rejsów, a w sporym procencie o spożywaniu alkoholi i skutkach tegoż.

          Pierwszy utwór "When The Devil's Whore Arrives" wspomina nieco o spożywaniu, ale drugi to klasyka.

          A Glass O' Stout

          Come gather 'round hear what I say
          There's one thing to know at the end of the day
          Listen my friend what this song is about
          There's nothing as grand as a glass o' stout.

          Come witches, come goblins, come ghosts of the night
          Come tortured old souls that fills me with fright
          I've just the thing to keep youat bay
          A glass o' stout a day keeps the doctor away

          Whene I finished my time she was waitin' at the gate
          Wit her arms wide open at a smile on her face
          There was one thing on my mind that day I got out
          And that was the thought of a glass o' stout.

          Ref.
          A glass o' stout will dry my tears, turn
          my grey skies blue
          A glass o' stout will drown my fears
          and wash down this teast of you.

          Kończąc pozwalają sobie na sympatyczne wyznanie:
          "... But I'm as happy as a pig in shit
          If glass o' stout touches my lips".

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          • grzech
            Senior
            • 04-2001
            • 4592

            #7
            W kolejnym utworze "The Rain Come Pissin' Down" interesuje nas refren:

            "I danced with the porter I danced with the ale
            I danced with the devil and I stepped on his tale
            Bid farewell to any my friends on the day that I left town
            On board a train to New York City as the rain come pissin' down".

            Inny hymn Skelsów "Have A Drink Ya Bastards" traktuje o znanej powszechnie aktywności Irlandczyków:

            ..."But I drank down evey penny each of
            seven drunken nights
            Then I'd call out for anotheg round of
            seven drunken pints"...

            W refrenie:
            ..." So have a drink ya bastards, 'cause the
            morning's nearly here
            The open road's before us so let's have
            another beer"

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            • grzech
              Senior
              • 04-2001
              • 4592

              #8
              FCJA - Sorki za literówki.

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              • grzech
                Senior
                • 04-2001
                • 4592

                #9
                Następny kawałek "Pauper's Grave" opisuje, co staje się z człowiekiem, który przesadza ze spożywaniem alkoholu...

                "I was drinkin' so much porter, my gutt
                began to swell
                Drinkin' so much porter, right off my
                stool i fell
                When the barman came to wake me,
                'twas time tp pay his dues
                For I began to vomit there upon his shiny
                shoes"...

                Fajne, co?

                Może być gorzej.

                "I was drinkin' so much whiskey, I
                thought that I wad dead
                Drinkin' so much whiskey, I even pissed
                the bed"...

                I jak zawsze na koniec morał!

                "So have a pint of porter or Irish whiskey
                neat
                For heaven's sake don't drink so much
                you wake up in the street"...

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                • grzech
                  Senior
                  • 04-2001
                  • 4592

                  #10
                  Płyta powoli sie kończy i chłopcy stają się spokojniejsi, bardziej refleksyjni, choć temat przewodni się nie zmenia.

                  "We'll have one for the road before
                  we say goodnight
                  Before we go our separate ways into
                  the world outside
                  Get up off your ass and raise up your
                  glass
                  We'll have one for the road"


                  Ostatnie słowa na płycie...

                  When the angels hear your dying call
                  And bring you to the gilded hall
                  Down on your knees there before the
                  throne
                  I promise this, by boys, you'll never
                  drink alone".

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                  • grzech
                    Senior
                    • 04-2001
                    • 4592

                    #11
                    No, to k... zamieść ten tekst.

                    Gadkę n. t. "Jake fajne te zespoły" zgłosiłem do przeniesienia.

                    Ten temat jest o tekstach piosenek!

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                    • grzech
                      Senior
                      • 04-2001
                      • 4592

                      #12
                      Pierwotnie zamieszczone przez Użytkownika grzech Wyświetlenie odpowiedzi
                      No, to k... zamieść ten tekst.

                      Gadkę n. t. "Jake fajne te zespoły" zgłosiłem do przeniesienia.

                      Ten temat jest o tekstach piosenek!
                      Dla niezorientowanych - ten pełen ekspresji post dotyczy rozmaitych dywagacji na temat samych zespołów punkowo-folkowych, które to rozważania przeniesiono do nowego tematu.

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