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Give Us A Roar
03:28
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I feel like I should warn you, caution and inform you
Body is all black and blue, face a deathly greyish hue
Workin’ on a quart of brown, one turned into twenty now
Clinging tightly to the wall, the floor’s seducing me below
Out the door on Friday, don’t you know it’s my day
Hat and boots and Perry on, I’m off to mourn the neighbor’s son
I never will forget that day, the corpse woke up at Jimmy’s wake
It was an awful thing to see, the body dead drunk merrily
I’m a villain from the Bloody Shame, that fought the hags of war
I’m a bruiser and a boozer and a darling warts and all
No lager ale, no India pale, no pills that’s for sure
I need a fix of triple x a bottle of the pure, give us a roar
Jimmy scorned that he was dead, sat upon the box instead
Beguiling a punk rock girl, her eyes were black and her hair was blue
Kelly grabbed him by his locks, threw him back into the box
Said “James yer done haunting us, it’s six feet down into the mud”
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All thumbs and lost, my armor still shines
The arrows are pulled from the quill
I’m the cavalier rake on the back of a mare
Saddled with hard luck and ill
I’d give up my crown, for a drop of your blood
Sanguine and pitiless too
Well maybe I’ve had, a little too much
But I’ll never forget about you
You can drive me to drink, I’ll give you the keys
And I’ll chart a path to the sea
There’s only one bridge, that I’ve never burned
Only one name I carved in the tree
Can we meet by the bar, on old Beard Street
In my pocket a kerchief of blue
If I step to the plate, I’ll stumble and fall
But I’ll never forget about you
I’ve been to New Orleans and I’ve kissed the cod
I’ve walked through the valley like I’m Johnny Wadd
And now every morning, well I’ve got the shakes
Down and out in the city of saints
Saved by the hallowed, in the father of waters
Blink, and you’ll miss the whole scene
By grace and redemption, brim to the dregs
Heading home, six whiskeys deep
Well the trip isn’t long, I was lost several times
But I’m more than just bender and bone
Well I’m tired, I’m sinking, the boat’s run ashore
Between wind and water I’ll go
Ya I’ll sit with the spook, who bet on the flush
I’ll fall on his sword for you too
All shitfaced at best, I’ll spare you the rest
But I’ll never forget about you
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Prizefight
03:27
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Junior Murvin on the radio
I had the, top down and the car’s real slow
I got a pork pie on the red velour for me
Two dollars for a glass of brew
Down at the Social with the Skeleton Crew
It was Danny Lawless and Irish Stew with me
All my sisters and my brothers
Punks and kids and nutters
All my boys in the city of saints
Three swallows on a bottle
(It’s a prizefight) I’m squaring up
(It’s a prizefight) no sucker punch
(It’s a prizefight) and the prize was always you
Aimed the shark down the boulevard
Tattooed and proudly scarred
I laid my plan out on an old postcard for you
You were always at the top of my list
Sacred heart for a lonely wish
It’s police and thieves on the end of a fist for me
Prizefight gonna rise above
Salvation sealed in blood
Gonna dispatch all my love to you
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Spirits Seldom Sober
04:37
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Your honor he is guilty, but we don’t call it sin
He sealed his fate at six years when he let Luke Kelly in
Before he knew of punk rock he could sing The Parting Glass
Schoolboy in a headlock with a tape deck checkered past
And if this is a confession, it’s more shite than you and I
Well he came into this world a flame, snuffed out when he died
He’d done his time in pubs and bars and roamed the valley o’er
He drowned the ghost of yesterdays in spirits seldom sober
In bliss or torment judge him now
But it’s not what you are thinking
It was an angel that put it in his hands
But a devil made him drink it
There was Ryan from old Belfast, and a piper from Dundee
Jack Bauer bought him whiskey in the snug on Clarence Street
In that shithole down on Crescent, above Bill Hurley’s bar
Where the ceiling was collapsing and they stole his bloody car
Well he slept up on a rooftop in Knoxville, Tennessee
Where Jesus struck a Guinness pose and lost the fucking key
Drank wine in old Virginia with admirals by the beach
Til someone cracked their ankle stumbling shitfaced down the street
He knew most of his heroes, and he loved them all to death
Even those who are departed, names whispered in a breath
He burned out like a candle on an altar full of tears
If the man was a contender he’d a made it out of here
May you be there half an hour, before he knows you’re gone
May he walk with saints and poets, and his nights be rich and long
May the ledger of his life, be a joy to look upon
With a million grinning faces at his wake to sing this song
Fearnley’s concertina will be the soundtrack of his life
While he rolls into the grave a mess who never dodged a fight
His memory should live a thousand years and maybe more
Fixed in myth and legend like the cap his father wore
And he won’t forget Missus Donnelly our lovely Irish rose
Her advice on handling drunkards? “You just break their fucking nose”
Thank all his friends and family for love and their support
For putting up with absences and showing up in court
And when he is afflicted, noggin, lung, or liver
Won’t you take him down to the port and roll him in the river
He had a hat when he came in, and lost it in the brawl
And he’ll have a hat when he goes out, or he won’t go out at all
It’s a long, long, way from your moral high ground
To a whiskey fueled delinquent
Well he punched the clock as a union man
But took a pirate boat to sink it
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Stick & Move
03:16
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Well farewell to Loughmahon, he’s flying across the sea
To fight for Murphy’s boxing, as the pride of Cork City
The thirteenth son of Erin, assassin in the ring
With a devastating uppercut, the man who will be king
And you can hear the cry from the South Ring Road
You better stick and move like yer man (Spike) O’Sullivan
Yer man (Spike) O’Sullivan when you step on the mat
Ya you better stick and move like yer man (Spike) O’Sullivan
Yer man (Spike) O’Sullivan or you’ll be on yer back
You know he shows no mercy, you’ll get no leniency
He’ll strike you down with poison mitts, the cross of misery
The thirteenth son of Erin, will put you on yer arse
The devil don’t fuck with the Irish no more, since they tore his house apart
Good morning Mister Casey, who sir shall I brawl?
My corner man is the great John L., Boston born and strong
Send me another bleeder, I’ll whisper in the clinch
I’ll hit you so hard you’ll feel the wrath, of the Celtic Warrior Gym
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Rakes Around The Point
04:22
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Well once upon the avenue, I caught a fearful sight
A hood emerged from hell’s alcove and stepped into the light
The rain fell on his gutter crown with a Dunhill in his hand
He shot his cuffs, quickened his gait, crept nearer a black sedan
He pulled a heater from his coat, tossed the cigarette
Sidled up to the driver’s door and put two in the back of his head
The cordite rose from the barrel, as the spirit said goodbye
A passing cailín crossed herself saying, “nobody wants to die”
Well death she’ll never leave, death she doesn’t lie
Death her pearls are powder white with sorrow in her eyes
She waits and in her purity drains the color from your face
She’s down at the crook of wretched and ruin to cushion the plummet from grace
They walked into a public house and ordered with a shout
The barman claimed the high ground, “boys i’ll throw yer arses out”
“I’ve no grievance with the likes of you, I’ll make no last request”
He swore on the ghost of the king of the gypsies in effigy upon his chest
When I walk into the pub it’s like all light begins to fade
They cut ‘em down in the half light like the Lay ‘Em Out Brigade
The traitors of class and virtue and they love to drink and fight
No quarter given to anyone by the rakes around the point
Goodbye my darling family, farewell to all my friends
Open the book to the page on perdition to find out how all of this ends
Bound for California, and I’ve scattered the riches too
Oisín himself should rise from the grave, to see what the Kennedy’s knew
A brutish pack of devils, the likes you’ve never seen
They’ll coddle you in a nightmare, and end you in a dream
You’ll find them with Moll Flanders, and other tramps and whores
Be well, God bless, now on yer bike and fuck off out the door
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All in all, I want you to know
I’ve been thinking of you
You were a star, you always stole the show
Booze and cigarettes too
And I remain for reasons that aren’t clear
Declare old recollections like I care
Searching high and low, everywhere I go
For some abandoned trust that isn’t there
Well you checked out, a long time ago
Washing down that bitter pill
Strewn fables of a legend we all know
I always have, and I always will
But now I’m glad to see the back of you
Broken down hero wherever you go
I’m glad to see the back of you
You can flog that dead horse on your way…out the door
Haul away, to some old and distant shore
Haul away, where they speak of you no more
Oh no more
Tonight we tear this whole place down
And raise a glass to me and you
You were a star, you always stole the show
Booze and cigarettes too
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8. |
Last Glass
04:01
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Turn out the Christmas lights
This house is lonely without you
And head out bold into the night
Just like we used to do
I think of plans we made
A pledge that we wouldn’t hurt
But plans like memories fade
And they get covered up in dirt
How much is too much rain
When it falls each and every day
When it won’t circle down the drain
How do you make it go away
Cuz no one gets a second chance
So pull yourself up off the ground
Ya fix your gaze without a glance
And change your tune without a sound
And what if this is our last glass
Just know I loved you all along
If all we’ve done is all we have
And all I’ve left you is this song
We tried to save ourselves through co-dependent
Counseling and you both should end it
But you don’t know it broke my heart
The last six years were very hard
I ante’d up on serotonin
Low intake shots went toe to toe with
My resolve another round
Was the toughest fighter pound for pound
Sweet mint oil, bourbon on my breath
This salve will fight me to the death
It’s whiskey, poison, pride, regret
But there’s still time, you haven’t left us yet
Turned out the Christmas lights
They burned too bright anyways
Well I think about you all the time
“I recall the moments, not the days”
And how did it get so late
Time fades easily
Becomes a burden like your ghost
Haunts me eternally
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Harder They Fall
04:20
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I remember when my bell was rung
And Angel got her wings
In that strip motel inspired by the Velvet Fog
And I was bonded out on charity
And pawned off saccharine rings
I betcha didn’t think we’d be around this long
Sometimes I’d like to have it all
But most of the time, I couldn’t give a fuck at all
And when the last train’s left the station boys
And the spirit gives the nod
If I can’t get better, do I have to get right with God
Or can I stand up straight with my head held high
And my back against the wall
Because the bigger they are, the harder they will fall
A pox on all our enemies
Courage to all our friends
They’re crushed and beaten down on the open road
And I don’t wanna be a casualty
And broken dreams don’t mend
Finding yourself is just like going home
And it’s, stand up, cast out, dashed hopes, sing loud
Long count, no grace, swing hard, is what it takes
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From Here The Halifax
03:58
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From here to Halifax she said
Through fields of green and red
You know that you were always on my mind
Farewell to Boston and New York
You’re always in my heart
When I think of you the tears get in my eyes
And I am blind
Chicago in March, had some fun
Robert bought us whiskey where the west was won
To the furious sound of the box and drum
I wait, for you
And the wind that blows to the north and south
Vanishes in this old town
Bleeds away the dreams that we once had
Bellows to mend, I outran the hound
Drinking with bandits in some small town
From the brim to the dregs, tavern to the lounge
I wait, for you
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The Peelers Montreal, Québec
Now based in Montreal, The Peelers were formed in 1999 in North Glengarry. They immersed themselves in a hotbed of Gaelic culture that smashed head on into a love of whiskey, poetry, footy, debauchery, ska and punk. They don’t just bend the rules of tradition with their blend of aggro & trad Irish - these long ball merchants tear it to pieces. ... more
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