Piwo a celtic punk - teksty

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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

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

http://www.dropkickmurphys.com/downloads/wallpaper/ben1024.jpg

[Kimer]

I bonusy:

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http://www.dropkickmurphys.com/downloads/wallpaper/yhershkovich4_1280.jpg

http://www.dropkickmurphys.com/downloads/wallpaper/clabough.jpg

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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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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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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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FCJA - Sorki za literówki.

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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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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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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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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.