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Post by 1788 Dens of Sin on Jul 24, 2007 5:36:58 GMT -5
I always seem to find when I'm listening to stuff I come across classic lyrics - one or two lines that crack me up or strike a chord or something. Anybody got any in particular they want to share? The Tossers always hit me with a bunch, but one that keeps coming to my mind at the moment is a couple of lines from the Filthy Thieving Bastards in "Like Jack Dalrymple": I suppose I'm just the litters runt A smidgen better than a lazy c*ntAlso Street Dogs (this one might be a cover anyway, but I liked it all the same): From the rocking of the cradle to the rolling of the hearse The going up was worth the coming downThat's about as philosophical as I like to get... Out, A.
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Post by Tom Fucking McSod on Jul 26, 2007 2:11:19 GMT -5
The whole sick crew had probably one of the better lines I'd ever heard in a song. I *still* laugh at it:
A tiny little kiss from her was all I ever got, But it thrilled me more than all the girls who've kissed me with their thingy ~Girl in Every Port
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I know it's not paddy, or what-have-you, but the Supersuckers, on their country albumn have a song called Hungover Together, or something equivalent. S'a guy an' a gal singing back an' forth, an' the gal's part she's talkin' 'bout bein' late for work, an' scramblin':
Where the hell are my keys, what's this bruise on m'knee... ~spoken~ What the hell did we DO, anyways?
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Post by Tom Fucking McSod on Jul 26, 2007 2:12:39 GMT -5
HAH! Thingy... Let's just say a bit of female anatomy that rhymes with 'got'.
;D
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Post by RumRebellion on Jul 26, 2007 18:47:03 GMT -5
tom we are seriously considering covering that song. so fucking good... another great one from that song: she prays for me on sunday, the way i smoke and drink she wrinkles up her nose when she is forced to smell my stink
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Post by Tom Fucking McSod on Jul 26, 2007 18:53:59 GMT -5
Hehe. y'might have to fight my mando player over it. He's been trying t'get us t'do it for months:
Well, hell, I'll keep it going, seein' as pretty much half the song is bad-assed like that:
From the first verse:
Stupid as a corpse, she was An' sweet as ol' decay I only heard a word of every ten she had to say
But when she shut her pretty mouth An' opened up her legs, Boys she raised me from the bilges, and she lifted me from dregs
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Post by 1788 Dens of Sin on Jul 27, 2007 22:56:03 GMT -5
That's fantastic!
Another goodie is the "Good Ship Venus" off the Rogues Gallery collection. I think there was a different version done by The Sex Pistols on RocknRoll Swindle too. But anway, all the verses are good, but a couple of my favourites:
T'was on the good ship Venus, By God you should have seen us, The figurehead was a wh*re in bed, Sucking a dead man's penis
The Captain's wife was Mable By god was she able She'd give the crew their daily screw Upon the mess hall table
The Cabin boy was Nipper He was a little ripper He stuffed his arse with broken glass And circumcised the skipper
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Post by bostondrunk on Jul 31, 2007 20:12:18 GMT -5
And now every April I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march Reliving old dreams of past glory And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?" And I ask myself the same question
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Post by 1788 Dens of Sin on Aug 2, 2007 7:44:14 GMT -5
Absolutely, Eric Bogle is a poet of immense eloquence!
And I can't help but wonder, now Willie McBride Do all those who lie here know why they died Did you really believe them when they told you the cause, Did you really believe that this war would end wars? Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame The killing and dying it was all done in vain Oh Willie McBride, it all happened again And again, and again, and again, and again!
Did they beat the drums slowly? Did they play the fife lowly? Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down? Did the band play the last post and chorus? Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?
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Post by Tom Fucking McSod on Aug 2, 2007 21:21:26 GMT -5
Dunno if any of you folks're familiar with Erik Petersen (of Mischief Brew), but the man's solo stuff is deep.
when father bought the farm we sold the farm we stick his blood through rustic charms sold his ghost as an antique to the city kids today can't hold a spade rest in peace your weary trades in this world there is no place such a pity
well a barman shakes his head and fills my glass says we're livin' in the past why preserve a dying craft in its misery? we sigh and say another modern man one of property not land so hold out this battered hand while you listen
From: Olde Tyme Mem'ry
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A flag is waved, a bomb is thrown So many names and dates to know Books upon the books are stacked To get something so simple back We're talkin' revolution But spirals not the spins Where you fall down, dizzy And forget where to begin
Chorus:
I wish good to your children And their own children, too But your armor will not fit me Although, fine, it's suiting you
From: Farewell Good Fellows.
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