Subject: Christy Moore & Gay Bikers On Acid From: Mikey joe Date: 18 Jan 01 - 10:15 AM Hi all Does anyone know the chords for the bould Christys 'Rose & Me' Which is his 14 minute musical (fictional?????) autbiography Cheers Mj |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Christy Moore & Gay Bikers On From: Amergin Date: 18 Jan 01 - 11:53 AM Here you go Mikey: click here |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Christy Moore & Gay Bikers On From: GUEST,Mikey Joe Date: 18 Jan 01 - 12:14 PM Aye cheers Amergin but do you have the chords |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Christy Moore & Gay Bikers On From: Amergin Date: 18 Jan 01 - 12:17 PM Sorry, I don't but I'm sure some one around here does. |
Subject: RE: Lyr/Chords Req: Christy Moore & Gay Bikers On From: Amergin Date: 03 Sep 03 - 08:17 PM wish i had posted those lyrics as the christy moore.net website is down....that was a fabulous database of song lyrics... |
Subject: Lyr Add: ME AND THE ROSE (Christy Moore) From: Jim Dixon Date: 05 Sep 03 - 10:33 PM I believe what you want is actually called "Me and the Rose" which appears on Christy Moore's album "King Puck" Grapevine CD 267, 1993; reissued as EMI CD 532749, 2001. I copied the following from http://archiver.rootsweb.com/th/read/IRELAND/2002-02/1013175839 (That page also has many interspersed explanatory notes, which I omit here.) ME AND THE ROSE (Christy Moore) Listen for a while And I tell you the story How I fell in love with The Rose of Tralee It was about five o'clock in the morning Ladies and Gentlemen I was only after gettin' off the boat. I was walking down the North Wall Minding me own business With me suitcase under me arm Sitting down every minute 'Til a voice behind me went Hello, hello, hello Where do you think you're going at this hour of the morning? I turned around Ladies and Gentlemen And who do you think was standin' behind me Only the Rose of Tralee And she was wearin' a grand new blue Ban Gardaí's uniform I thought she was a chief super Hey Rose How's it going The last time I saw you was upstairs in a tent Down below in the Dome With Gaybo and pretty poly tights And all the beauty queens from Tashkent, Istanbul, Bangkok and Liverpool and How's she cuttin'? Can you account for your movements? Me movements? Ah Rose, there's no need to be like that I'll give you all the movements you want You'd better sharpen your pencil You're goin' to be busy little woman I'll tell you Christy's got a memory like a super-grass I can remember things that never happened at all, Rose The first thing I can remember Is the 7th of May 1945 At the back of Donnelly's Hollow The night before Pa Connolly drove the Roadstone lorry Into the Seven Springs And St. Brigid started rollin' out the Tínteain Across the Curragh of Kildare Then I woke up one morning It was after gettin' conscripted into the altar boys I was ringin' the bells and swingin' the thurible Sure the smell of the incense Would remind you of the inside of an Arab's tent And no sign of Ghaddafi nowhere In those days Down in Newbridge Co. Kildare An altar boy would get a pound for a funeral Two pound for a wedding And a good kick up in the arse If he didn't put enough wine in the chalice At the early mass. "Ita Missa Est" says Rose "Gloria Tibi Domine" says I I didn't know you had to have the Latin To get into Templemore I love to hear the old bit of Latin lot The old Tridentine Kyrie Eleison I can't stand them Folk Masses All them trendy priests Trippin' over each other To sing ballads At half time in the Bingo Sure the Nine First Fridays Never killed anyone Well! The next thing I knew, Rose I was servin' me time to be A corner boy up in the Curragh Camp I was trying to teach the sheep how to talk Irish Then I got a job I was selling lambs balls to mushroom farmers that couldn't afford horseshite One day I was walkin' across the Curragh of Kildare And I fell into an officer's mess I ended up in the F.C.A. Squarebashin' around the wet canteen Until the commanding officer heard That me Granny once confessed To a fella' whose Sister's brother-in-law was Married to a man whose First cousin used to fill Hot water bottles for Patrick Sarsfield Before the battle of Clongorey I had to go on the run. Gubu Gubu I ran so fast I ended up in Paddington A million miles away from Mary Horans Diggin' Footin's, Scrapin' Pots Pullin' cable, Startin' Drotts Boilin' Kettles, Makin' Tea Diggin' Deep, Rose and Thrown Away I was a disposable Paddy Servin' me time to be a Co-Pilot on a kango hammer in Shepherd's Bush Doin' 86 MPH on a JCB Down the Kilburn High Road When the SPG flagged me down And held me under the PTA Until I got away And went underground with the Green Murphy One Thursday night I was headin' down the Hammersmith Broadway I met a friend of mine from Ballaghadereen in the Co. Roscommon Who was a demolition expert and Georgian houses were his speciality Any chance for a start? What would you know about demolition? Well, Monday mornin' came Myself and Roger Sherlock Liam Farrell and Martin Byrnes Raymond Roland and Tony Roar We was paintin' a door We gave it six coats and three coats more And that was just the undercoat The ganger was fond of a tune Thursday never came too soon We were gettin' five pounds a day and all we could ate But it's an awful job Tryin' to eat all day To make a long story short, Rose I went lookin' for digs I went up and knocked at the door A big English woman comes out And she took a look at me and then she went 'Get away from my door', 'There'll be absolutely no blacks nor paddies gettin' in here.' Says she to me So I let on I was a white South African (ho ho!) And I tried to join the British Army to better myself I volunteered as sub-contractor Buildin' houses with no doors Nor handles on them And the recruiting officer says to me 'What ye bin doin' lately then, Paddy?, or is it Mick?' I was helpin' O'Brien to shift it, Sir says I And before that I was spreadin' the toxic all over the Golden Vale Helpin' Mr. Gallagher cover Stephen's Green in concrete, Sir Helpin' Sam Stevenson block all the daylight out of Dublin Helpin' Dr. Smurfit relocate the Liffey Helpin' AJF count the golden beans Dolin' out the Diddly-Eye for Dr. Darragh Puttin' in the bugs for Cathaoirleach Vacuum packin' T-Bone steaks for Larry Maith an Fear Seekin' out the heart of the green core. 'Oh' you're overqualified for the British Army I'm deporting you out of England. Total exclusion' An he did! Here I am, Rose Ar ais arís This is some welcome for a returned emigrant Céad Míle Fáilte With your pioneer pin and your fáinne And your white star for not cursing Jaysus, it would be more your line To give me a lift in the squad car into town And she did. Into Capel Street Cruisin' down Capel Street in the White Squad Looking for the Early Morning House There's Paddy Slattery. 'You're welcome home, Christy', says Paddy Big Slate! 'I suppose you and your girlfriend are looking for a drink' Well, she took her cap off and She put it on the back seat of the squad And in she went (left right, left right) 'I'll have a Brandy with a small drop of Port I never drink pints when I'm on duty' Brandy and Port! Oh Lord God Almighty 'Twas like throwin' water into a barrel of sawdust She lowered it up 'Roll on the Holy Hour', says I 'Ah come on now lads' The sergeant is outside. Have you no homes to go to? 'I'll see you tonight' says she 'My twist' Ladies and Gentlemen there I was Outside the GPO waitin' for The most beautiful Kerry woman in the whole wide world Here she comes, be God Sashaying down the Boulevard in her Doc's and her 501's Hey Rose! Over here 'What's on your mind big fellah' says she to me (I was wearin' me platforms) I wouldn't mind a bit of a dance, Rose She took me to a disco in the Gardai club in Harcourt Street Le Baton Rouge Yeah, she took me to the Baton Rouge A tidy little spot Up Harcourt Street there Watch out for the quadruple parking The bald tyres and no tax discs I wonder what they would do with the two tons of hash You'll find out in there Gay bikers on acid Myself and the Rose of Tralee We danced the night away Until about five o'clock in the morning And says she to me 'Fancy comin' back to my place then Lofty?' Does a bear shite in the woods? Away with us, in the back of the white squad Up through Rathmines and Rathgar Into Ranelagh Two donor kebabs and the Leinster Leader Up to her place then Two up, two down She pulled the cork out of the Blue Nun And I got sick all over the Rottweiler And she put some music on Lovely new CD Oh yeah, Daniel "Oh then fare thee well sweet Donegal The Roses and Gweedore" Oh Rose. Oh Daniel! Ah Here I suppose a rasher sandwich is out of the question? That's how I made up with the Rose of Tralee |
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