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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 6:40 pm
by onewyteduck
Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it went right to my head
Where ever I may roam
On land or sea or foam
You will always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home
Indicate the way to my abode
I'm fatigued and I want to retire
I had a spot of beverage sixty minutes ago
And it went right to my cerebellum
Where ever I may perambulate
On land, or sea or atmospheric vapor
You can always hear me crooning the melody
Indicate the way to my abode
(because I can't hear this song and not think of these guys!)
Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 7:00 pm
by lucimay
onewyteduck wrote:Show me the way to go home...
(because I can't hear this song and not think of these guys!)
Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 7:04 pm
by The Laughing Man
- Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
The bosun brained with a marlinspike
And cookey's throat was marked belike
It had been gripped by fingers ten;
And there they lay, all good dead men
Like break o'day in a boozing ken
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of the whole ship's list
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
The skipper lay with his nob in gore
Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
And the scullion he was stabbed times four
And there they lay, and the soggy skies
Dripped down in up-staring eyes
In murk sunset and foul sunrise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
Looking up at paradise
All souls bound just contrawise
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men of 'em good and true'
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
With a ton of plate in the middle hold
And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
And they lay there that took the plum
With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
More was seen through a sternlight screen
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
That dared the knife and took the blade
By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 7:16 pm
by lucimay
ha! Es!!!!! you remind me, with that one, of the many songs my Dad used to come in singing after a night out with his buddies!!!
this was a classic and always got us kids outa bed!!
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
Earl-eye in the morning?
Way-hey and up she rises,
Way-hey and up she rises,
Way-hey and up she rises,
Earl-eye in the morning...
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
Earl-eye in the morning?
Put a lobster in his britches
Put a lobster in his britches
Put a lobster in his britches
Earl-eye in the morning
Way-hey and he ain't risin'
Way-hey and he ain't risin'
Way-hey and he ain't risin'
Earl-eye in the mornin
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
Earl-eye in the mornin?
Shave his balls with a rusty razor
Shave his balls with a rusty razor
Shave his balls with a rusty razor
Earl-eye in the mornin...
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
Earl-eye in the mornin?
Kick him in the belly 'til he pukes his guts out
Kick him in the belly 'til he pukes his guts out
Kick him in the belly 'til he pukes his guts out
Earl-eye in the mornin...
Then catch it in a bucket and make him drink it
Then catch it in a bucket and make him drink it
Then catch it in a bucket and make him drink it
Earl-eye in the mornin
Way hey and up she rises
Way hey and up she rises
Way hey and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning...
What do ya do with a drunken pub wench?
What do ya do with a drunken pub wench?
What do ya do with a drunken pub wench?
Earl-eye in the morning?
Throw her in bed with a drunken minstrel
Throw her in bed with a drunken minstrel
Throw her in bed with a drunken minstrel
Earl-eye in the morning...
Way hey and up she rises
Way hey and up she rises
Way hey and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning... (twice)
Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 7:42 pm
by drew
My Own Worst Enemy
Can we forget about the things
I said when I was drunk
I didn’t mean to call you that
I can’t remember what was said or what you threw at me
Please tell me
Please tell me why
My car is in the front yard
And I’m sleeping with my clothes on
I came in through the window last night
And you’re gone
It’s no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy
Cuz every now and then I kick the living shit out of me
The smoke alarm is going off and there’s a cigarette
Still burning
Please tell me why
My car is in the front yard
And I’m sleeping with my clothes on
I cam in through the window last night
And you’re gone
Please tell me why
My car is in the front yard
And I’m sleeping with my clothes on
I came in through the window last night
And you’re gone
The band is called Lit.
Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 7:50 pm
by The Laughing Man
excellent Luci!
Cpt. Murphy: Stick'em in'a cupboard with a hose-pipe in 'em, stick'em in'a cupboard with a hose-pipe in 'em, er-ligh-ay in the morning...wrong melody.
RIP Harry "Captain Murphy" Goz.......
Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 2:22 am
by onewyteduck
or a version I heard shortly after the Valdez spill:
What shall we do with a drunken' sailor?
Put him in charge of an Exxon tanker
Drink up boys, we'll make the water
Oil-i in the mornin'
Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 6:06 am
by lucimay
We used to meet every Thursday
Thursday
Thursday in the afternoon
For a couple a beers
And a game of pool
We used to go to a motel
A motel
A motel across the street
And the name of the motel
Was the "Wagon Wheel"
OH!
One day she said
C'mon C'mon
She said why dont you come back to my house
She said my husbands out of town
You know he's gone till the end of the month
Well I was just so nervous, so nervous
You know I couldn't really quite relax
'Cause I was really never quite sure
When her husband was coming back
It turned out it was one of the neighbors
One of the neighbors, one of the neigbors that saw my car
And they told her, yeah they told her
They think they know who you are
Well her husband is a violent man
A very violent and jealous man
Now I have to leave this town
I gotta leave while I still can
We should have kept it every Thursday
Thursday
Thursday in the afternoon
For a couple of beers
And a game of pool
She was pretty good too!
~ mark sandman - morphine ~
Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 6:18 am
by sgt.null
Husker Du
"First Of The Last Calls"
It's just like a battle zone
You got a bottle, now you're on your own
Gotta be a scotch or a kamikaze
None of those other weapons will faze me
First of the last calls
It's in your heart, it's in your mind
First of the last calls
Cashing it in before your time
Hundred hundred hundred bottles on the wall
You wonder if you can drink them all
Gotta go home at 1:00 AM
The bottle wins the battle again
Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 5:05 am
by The Laughing Man
- 12 Ounce Mouse Theme Song
outta my way, i'm drunk as hell
i'll blow your ass away like I'm ringing a bell
foot's to the floor and the whiskey's flowin'
got a porn shoot and i gotta get it goin'.
you don't understand, he don't give a damn.
(chorus) 12 oz mouse!
jet car's rollin' all night long
crankin' up the jams and singing along
car full of bitches and a brand new bong.
(chorus) 12 oz mouse!
Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:11 pm
by onewyteduck
I'll eat when I'm hungry,
I'll drink when l'm dry,
If the hard times don't kill me,
I'll lay down and die.
Rye whisky, rye whisky,
Rye whisky, I cry,
If you don't give me rye whisky,
I surely will die.
I'll tune up my fiddle,
And I'll rosin my bow,
I'll make myself welcome,
Wherever I go.
Beefsteak when I'm hungry,
Red liquor when I'm dry,
Greenbacks when I'm hard up,
And religion when I die.
They say I drink whisky,
My money's my own;
All them that don't like me,
Can leave me alone.
Sometimes I drink whisky,
Sometimes I drink rum,
Sometimes I drink brandy,
At other times none.
But if I get boozy,
My whisky's my own,
And them that don't like me,
Can leave me alone.
Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds,
I know you of old,
You've robbed my poor pockets
Of silver and gold.
Oh, whisky, you villain,
You've been my downfall,
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me,
But I love you for all.
If the ocean was whisky,
And I was a duck,
I'd dive to the bottom
To get one sweet suck.
But the ocean ain't whisky
And I ain't a duck,
So we'll round up the cattle
And then we'll get drunk.
My foot's in my stirrup,
My bridle's in my hand,
l'm leaving sweet Lillie,
The fairest in the land.
Her parents don't like me,
They say l'm too poor;
They say I'm unworthy
To enter her door.
Sweet milk when l'm hungry,
Rye whisky when l'm dry,
If a tree don't fall on me,
I'll live till I die.
I'll buy my own whisky,
I'll make my own stew,
If I get drunk, madam,
It's nothing to you.
I'll drink my own whisky,
I'll drink my own wine,
Some ten thousand bottles
I've killed in my time.
I've no wife to quarrel
No babies to bawl;
The best way of living
Is no wife at all.
Way up on Clinch Mountain
I wander alone,
l'm as drunk as the devil,
Oh, let me alone.
You may boast of your knowledge
An' brag of your sense,
'Twill all be forgotten
A hundred years hence.
Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 4:22 pm
by lucimay
This is the day
Of the expanding man
That shape is my shade
There where I used to stand
It seems like only yesterday
I gazed through the glass
At ramblers
Wild gamblers
Thats all in the past
You call me a fool
You say its a crazy scheme
This ones for real
I already bought the dream
So useless to ask me why
Throw a kiss and say goodbye
Ill make it this time
Im ready to cross that fine line
Ill learn to work the saxophone
Ill play just what I feel
Drink scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call alabama the crimson tide
Call me deacon blues
My back to the wall
A victim of laughing chance
This is for me
The essence of true romance
Sharing the things we know and love
With those of my kind
Libations
Sensations
That stagger the mind
I crawl like a viper
Through these suburban streets
Make love to these women
Languid and bittersweet
Ill rise when the sun goes down
Cover every game in town
A world of my own
Ill make it my home sweet home
Ill learn to work the saxophone
Ill play just what I feel
Drink scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call alabama the crimson tide
Call me deacon blues
This is the night
Of the expanding the man
I take one last drag
As I approach the stand
I cried when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free
Ill be what I want to be
Ill learn to work the saxophone
Ill play just what I feel
Drink scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call alabama the crimson tide
Call me deacon blues
Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 3:30 am
by Tulizar
sgtnull wrote:Husker Du
"First Of The Last Calls"
Nice! Haven't listened to Husker Du in a while.
Don't take this the wrong way Null. You're avatar just reminded me of this one:
The Kinks
Death of a Clown
My makeup is dry and it clags 'round my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
So let's all drink to the death of a clown
Won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
So won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 3:49 am
by Lord Mhoram
^^^ Fantastic song.
Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 5:05 am
by Tulizar
I can't get enough of the Kinks.
Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 6:29 am
by lucimay
wonderful wino ~ frank zappa
L.a. in the summer of '69
I went downtown and bought me some wine
Oh, I drank it down under the table
I said: watch me now,
I'm gonna eat the label
Well I'm a wino man,
Don't you know I am?
36 - 24, hips about 30
I seen a fine lady
And I started talkin' dirty
Boy, she looked over at me
And she raised her thumb
She said: jam down the road
You bum, bum, bum, bum
I'm a wino man,
Don't you know I am?
I went to the country,
And while I was gone
I lost control of my body functions
On the road ahead at the ladies front lawn
I'm so ashamed,
But I'm a wino man
I can't help myself
I've been drinkin' all night
Till my eyes got red
Stumbled on the gutter
And busted my head
Bugs in my zoot suit,
Been scratchin' like a dog
I can't stand no water,
And I stink like a frog
Give me a five dollar bill,
And an overcoat too
Give me a five dollar bill,
And an overcoat too
A five dollar bill and an overcoat too
A five dollar bill and a florsheim shoe
Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 7:21 pm
by drew
"Wasn't that a Party?
Wasn't that a Party?
Could-a been the Whiskey,
Might -a bin the Gin
Could-a bin the three-or-four six packs
I don't know
But look at the mess I'm in.
My head is like a football,
I think I'm gunna die!
Thell me Me-oh-me-oh-my.
Wasn't that a party?"
Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 2:16 am
by danlo
I see myself on T.V., I'm a faker, a paper clown
It's clear to all my friends that I habitually lie; I just bring them down
I claim promise to exaggeration
But the truth lies in my frustration
The children of the night, they all pass me by
Have to drench myself in brandy
In sleep I'll hide
But however much I booze
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out
I don't care what you say, boy
There ain't no way out
I lose so many nights of sleep worrying about my responsibility
All the problems that screw me up really down to pin on me
My ego will just confuse me
Some day it's going to up and use me
Dish me out another
Tell me about some destiny I can't prevent
And however much I squirm
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out
I don't care what you say, boy
There ain't no way out
Won't somebody tell me how to get out of this place?!
Then the night comes down like a cell door closing
Suddenly I realize that I'm right now, I'm on the scene
While sitting here all alone with a bottle and my head a-floating
Far away from the phone and the conscience going on at me
And on at me, and I don't care what you say
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out
Now the walls are all clawed and scratched
Like by some soul in sin
In the morning I humbly detach myself
I take no blame
I just can't face my failure
I'm nothing but a well fucked sailor
You at home can easily decide what's right
By glancing very briefly at the songs I write
But it don't help me that you know
This ain't no way out
Won't somebody tell me?
I don't care what you say, boy
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out
Give me the key, lock it away
There ain't
There ain't
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out -Who
Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 2:20 am
by The Laughing Man
- Oh it's been getting so hard
Livin' with the things you do to me
Oh my dreams are getting so strange
I'd like to tell you everything I see
Oh, I see a man at the back
As a matter of fact his eyes are red as the sun
And a girl in the corner let no one ignore her
'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one
Oh, yeah, it was like lightning,
everybody was frightening
And the music was soothing,
and they all started grooving
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
And the man at the back said
Everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said
Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz
I'm reaching out for something
Touching nothing's all I ever do
Oh, I softly call you over
When you appear there's nothing left of you
Now the man in the back
Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky
And the girl in the corner is ev'ryone's mourner
She could kill you with a wink of her eye
Oh yeah, it was electric,
so frightfully hectic
And the band started leaving,
'cause they all stopped breathing
Oh yeah, it was like lightning,
everybody was frightening
And the music was soothing,
and they all started grooving
It's it's a ballroom blitz, it's it's a ballroom blitz
It's it's a ballroom blitz, yeah, it's a ballroom blitz
Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 3:09 am
by dlbpharmd
I walked in and the band just started
the singer couldn't care a tune in a bucket
Was on a mission to drown her memory but
I thought no way with all this rukus
But after one round with Jose Cuervo
I caught my boots tapping along with the beat
And After two rounds with Jose Cuervo
The band was sounding pretty darn good to me
Then some stranger asked me to dance
and i revealed to her my two left feet
Said "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you asked,
But tonight's about beating an old memory
Then after Three rounds with Jose Cuervo
I let her lead me out on the floor
And after Four rounds with Jose Cuervo
I was showing off moves never seen before
Well, round five or round six
I forgot what I came to forget
After Round seven, Or was it eight?
I bought a round for the whole dang place
And after nine rounds with Jose Cuervo
They were counting me out and i was about to give in
Then after ten rounds with Jose Cuervo
I lost count and started counting again