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Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!

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Subject: Lyr Add: BEARAILTE (Barred, Irish Gaelic)
From: Felipa
Date: 01 May 22 - 02:00 PM

BEARÁILTE

Tá mé beáráilte Tigh Josie, tá mé bearáilte Tigh Sé,
Tá mé beáráilte Tigh an Táilliúra ó thráthnóna arú inné.
Tá mé beáráilte Tigh Hanley 's as Tigh Phlunkett Joe,
Níl aon phub sa taobh seo tíre a scaoilfidh isteach mé arís go deo.

Bhí mé oíche thiar Tigh Hanley tar éis dhom pionta a ól Tigh Lee,
Bhí an crowd againn ann le chéile 's muid sa gcúinne siúd inár suí.
Bhí na piontaí ‘s na leathchinn 's iad go flaithiúil ann le n-ól,
Ach níor airigh mise ariamh é go raibh mé tite istigh faoin stól.

Tháinig Réamonn 's chaith sé amach mé, fuair mé jaráil uaidh faoin stól,
Dúirt sé “Ná feicim thart thú anseo arís mar níl tú in ann é ól.”
Ó bhuail mé ar mo Honda, chuaigh mé amach Tigh Phlunkett Joe,
Ach ní scaoilfidís isteach mé agus ní scaoilfidh ná go deo.

Ó dúradh istigh Tigh Jack liom nach bhfaighinn uathu ach an ceann,
Ach a dhul amach Tigh Darby, go mbeadh neart le fáil agam ann,
Bhí mé ag staggeráil faoin am seo ag dul anonn agus anall,
Ach bhí Dermot 's é ag fanacht romham ansiúd ag binn an hall.

Chuaigh mé as sin go Réalt na Maidine agus d’ól mé pionta beer.
Agus chuimhnigh mé ar Josie agus staggeráil mé siar.
Nuair a leandáil mé ar an tairseach, bhí Josie 's é amuigh romham,
Agus dúirt liom a bheith ag glanadh go raibh na cosa ag lúbadh fúm.

Ó chuaigh mé ar mo Honda, fuair mé leathghloine Tigh Sé,
Fuair mé fuílleach óil Tigh an Táilliúra mar níor aithin siad ann mé.
Ó thosaigh cineál achrann, cuireadh dath dubh ar mo shúil,
Agus dhóirt mé pionta pórtair a raibh mé caillte inti le dúil.

Ní nach ionadh caitheadh amach mé, thug mé m’aghaidh ar an hotel.
Tháinig strainséara amach agus dúirt “You’re barred from here as well”.
Ó suas liom ar mo Honda, 's mé ag wobbleáil ar nós gé,
Ach bhí an squad ag stopadh carrannaí ag crosbhóthar Dhoire an Fhéich.

"What’s your name agus cé as thú? Anuas den Honda leat go beo,
Céard a tharlódh dá mbeadh crash agat, diabhal tada a cheanglódh tú go deo?"
Ó shín’ siad ‘am an bagín, 's dúirt liom “have a blow”.
Agus tháinig chuile chineál dath air á mbíonn le feiceáil sa rainbow.

Ó caitheadh isteach sa squad mé, caitheadh an Honda thar an gclaí,
Chas siad thart an squadcar 's ar Phat O Malley a thug sí a haghaidh.
As sin go dtí an Bheairic, áit ar ceistíodh mé go crua,
Ach mé cuimhne go deo agamsa ar Ray Lyons 's ar Steve Rua.

Tá mé suite anseo ag baile 's tá an Nollaig beagnach thart,
Tá mé ag mháinneáil ar nós madra 's mo theanga bheag amuigh le tart.
Ó beidh an fhéile seo sách uaigneach agam fhéin agus ag Cáit,
Níl goir agam dhul in aon áit tá mé beáráilte as chuile áit.

the singer names bars he has drunk in and bars he is banned (barred, bearáilte) from. In the last verse, Christmas is going to be lonely for himself and Cáit as he is barred everywhere

listen to John Beag Ó Flathart singing Beáráilte: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjx48ruqK0Y


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Felipa
Date: 27 Apr 22 - 12:40 PM

note - the lyrics posted by Monique on 27 Apr 22 are for the song I posted a transliteration and translation of on 26 April, BERL DER ALTER SHIKER.


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Monique
Date: 27 Apr 22 - 10:37 AM

Here are the lyrics in Yiddish characters:

ליגט בערל דער אַלטער שיכּור

פֿון זינט דער מאָנאָפּאָל יז אַף דער װעלט
בין איך אױף אים אין כּעס.
עס קאָסט מיך אָפּ אַ מאַיאָנטיק מיט געלט
און איך טרינק אַזױ װי פֿון אַ פֿאַס.
איך נעם דאָס פֿלעשעלע אין מײַנע הענט
און איך קלאַפּ דעם קאָרעצל אַרױס,
צעברעכט זיך דאָס פֿלעשעלע אין מײַנע הענט
און דער בראָנפֿן גיסט אַרױס.
אײַ-אַײַ-דײַ-דײַ….

חײַנט װעל איך מיט מײַן װײַבעלע זיך צעקריגן;
זי װעט נאָך האָבן צו געדענקען.
װיפֿל מאָל איך האָב איר שוין פֿאַרשװיגן,
חײַנט װעל איך איר נישט שענקען..
כ’האָב גענומען דאָס פֿלעשעלע מיט בראָנפֿן,
געלײגט האָבאיך אים צו קאָפּנס.
סע כאַפּט זיך אױף די פּלוניטע בײַ נאַכט,
און זי טרינקט עס אָיס ביזן לאָצטן טראָפּן.
אײַ-אַײַ-דײַ-דײַ….

אױ װײ, רבונו-של-עולם,
דו ביסט דאָך אַ האַרציקער ריכטער.
זאָל שטענדיק רעגענען מיט בראָנפֿן און מיט ביר,
איך װיל קײן מאָל נישט זײַן ניכטער.
אױף מײַן קכֿר זאָל זײַן אָנגעגאָסן.
מיט בראָנפֿן און מיט ביר.
דאָס איז בײַ מיר דער יקר.
און אױף מײַן מצכֿה זאָל שטײַן אָנגעשריבן:
"דאַ ליגט בערל דער אַלטער שיכּר".
אײַ-אַײַ-דײַ-דײַ….

דאָ ליגט בערל דער אַלטער שיכּור


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Subject: Lyr Add: BERL DER ALTER SHIKER Berl the old drunk
From: Felipa
Date: 26 Apr 22 - 03:35 PM

https://yiddishsong.wordpress.com/tag/alcohol/ (where you can also find Yiddish in Hebrew script)

"In his article Geyt a yid in shenkl arayn: Yiddish Songs of Drunkeness (Field of Yiddish: Fifth Collection, 1993), Robert A. Rothstein analyzes versions of the song and points out that the verse about the wife drinking the whiskey all up is from Velvl Zbarzher’s poem Der shiker (The Drunk) found in his Makel No’am ??? ???? Vol. 3, Lemberg 1873. Shmuel-Zanvil Pipe also pointed this out in YIVO-bleter, 1939 (vol. 14: 339-667) Perhaps we should consider the whole text a folklorized Zbarzher song*?" (*Vevel Zbarzher,Benjamin Wolf Ehrenkrantz. born between 1812 & 1826, died circa 1883)

TRANSLITERATION
BERL DER ALTER SHIKER

Fun zint der monopol iz af der velt
bin ikh af im in kas.
Es kost mikh op a mayontik mit gelt
un ikh trink azoy vi fun a fas.
Ikh nem dos fleshele in mayne hent
un ikh klap dem koretsl aroys,
tsebrekht zikh dos fleshele in mayne hent
un der bronfn gist aroys.
Ay-ay-day-day….

Haynt vel ikh mit mayn vaybele zikh tsekrign
Zi vet nokh hobn tsu gedenken.
Vifl mol ikh hob ir shoyn farshvign.
Haynt vel ikh ir nisht shenken.
Kh’ob genumen dos fleshele mit bronfn.
Geleygt hob im tsukopns.
Se khapt zikh oyf di ployneste baynakht,
un zi trinkt es oys bizn letstn tropn.
Ay-ay-day-day

Oy vey, reboyne-shel-oylem.
Du bist dokh a hartsiker rikhter.
Zol shtendik regenen mit bronfn un mit bir.
Ikh vil keyn mol nisht zayn nikhter.
Af mayn keyver zol zayn ongegosn.
Mit bronfn un mit bir.
Dos iz bay mir der iker.
Un af mayn matseyve zol sshteyn ongeshribn –
“do ligt Berl der alter shiker.”
Ay-day-day…

do ligt Berl der alter shiker.

Translation

BERL, THE OLD DRUNK

Since the “monopol” [Czarist controlled liquor stores/pubs] is in the world
I am angry at it.
It costs me a fortune of money
and I drink as if from a barrel.
I take the bottle in my hand
and knock the cork out.
The bottle breaks in my hand
and the whiskey pours out.
Ay-day-day…

Today I will argue with my wife.
She will have what to remember [she will pay for it]
So many times I have told her to shut up
Today I will not spare her.
I took the bottle of booze
Put it at my head.
My wife wakes up at night
and drinks it all to the last drop.
Ay-day-day

O Master of the universe
you are a compassionate judge.
Let it always rain whiskey and beer
So I won’t ever have to be sober.
On my grave let them pour
whiskey and beer,
and on my gravestone it should be written –
“Here lay Berl the old drunk.”
Ay-day-day

Here lay Berl the old drunk. ?


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: The Sandman
Date: 02 Jan 22 - 01:21 PM

Oh goodbye booze for evermore
My boozing days will soon be o'er
Oh, I had a good time, and we couldn't agree
You see what booze has done for me

She's tore my clothes, she's swelled my head
So goodbye booze, I'm going to bed
Oh, I had a good time, and we couldn't agree
You see what booze has done for me

She swelled my head, she broke my heart
So goodbye booze, we now shall part
Oh, I had a good time, but we couldn't agree
You see what booze has done for me

She whispered low, how sweet it sounds!
Please take another ride on the merry-go-round
Oh, I had a good time, and we couldn't agree
You see what booze has done for me


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Neil D
Date: 31 Dec 21 - 10:04 AM

Mary Gauthier is a great songwriter. "Mercy Now", the album that song is from is brilliant.


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Ebbie
Date: 31 Dec 21 - 03:41 AM

One of the most heart-wrenching songs I know.

I Drink
Mary Gauthier

He'd get home at 5:30
Fix his drink, sit down in his chair
Pick a fight with mama
Complain about us kids getting in his hair

At night he'd sit 'lone and smoke
I'd see his frown behind his lighter's flame
Now that same frown's in my mirror
I got my daddy's blood inside my veins

Fish swim, birds fly
Daddies yell, mamas cry
Old men sit and think
I drink

Chicken, TV, dinner
6 minutes on defrost, 3 on high
Beer to wash it down with then another
A little whiskey on the side

It's not so bad alone here
It don't bother me that every night's the same
I don't need another lover
Hanging 'round, trying to make me change

Fish swim, birds fly
Lovers leave by and by
Old men sit and think
I drink

I know what I am
But I don't give a damn

Fish swim, birds fly
Daddies yell, mamas cry
Old men sit and think
I drink


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Neil D
Date: 31 Dec 21 - 02:59 AM

Great Big Sea does one called "That Old Black Rum"

Jim White wrote "A bar is Just a Church Where They Serve Beer"

And then there's this regional hit from the 70s by Alex Bevan:

                SKINNY

Shazam! Feelin' grand, guess I'll mosey into town
Raise hell all around, I'm gonna have a good time
Damn! You bet I am, gonna boogie till I'm blind
I got a quart a dollar wine ta get myself primed
Runnin' down the road I got the back tires smokin'
The highway's open, not a cop in sight
No red light flashin's gonna hamper my action
My path is clear and my timing's right
Cause I'm a Skinny little boy from Cleveland Ohio
Come to chase your women and drink your beer

Second gear down main street and roarin' into town
Women grab your children, bolt the doors and shut her down
They're peekin' out from windows while the menfolk pray
They speak in frightened whispers and the weak ones faint
Is it a bird, is it a plane, is it a demon in the air
Or a fire breathin' baby eatin' mother beatin' bear
Is it murder, is it rape, is it the watergate tapes
Or a mere hallucination caused by folks from outer space
No it's a Skinny little boy from Cleveland Ohio
Come to chase your women and drink your beer

Oh my, and here you are, you see him stride into the bar
He's got a girl on every arm and two or three to spare
Yeah, ain't he neat, dressed to kill from head to feet
The tavern quiets down, the people stare in disbelief
He's got chrome plated platforms nine inches high
Batteries in the sole with neon lights on the side
A patent leather jacket with a picture on the back
It's Marilyn in the nude with some writing on her ass
It says Skinny little boy from Cleveland Ohio
He's come to chase your women and drink your beer

Stand aside from the bar if you haven't come to drink
You throw your water in the sink and give me whiskey in my glass
The bourbon tastes mean but it sure beats listerine
Gets your breath twice as clean, and you high twice as fast
Run out of Wild Turkey, Jack Daniels is fine
Keep your Gin and tonic, your old ripple wine
Tequila and a pinch or even vodka's all right
I got a ringin' in my ears and a burnin' in my eyes
And I'm a Skinny little boy from Cleveland Ohio
Come to drink your women and chase your beer

So people now you know my story and you're aware of my curse
Of how this decent model citizen was changed by lust and thirst
You take heed of my warning, you walk the straight and narrow trail
You shun the gaily painted ladies, bright lights and booze as well
Or you'll be sittin' all alone watching TV home in bed
Your skin'll start to prickle and your hands'll start to sweat
You'll reach for the bottle just as sure as I stand
You'll raise it to your lips, you'll take a drink and then Shazam!
You're a Skinny little boy from Cleveland Ohio
You go chasin' down the women and drinkin' up the beer


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Felipa
Date: 28 Dec 21 - 09:44 PM

the Pig Got Up (lyrics posted 15 Nov 2021) put me in mind of Doran's Ass


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: GUEST,The Man from UNCOOL
Date: 28 Dec 21 - 08:33 PM

Try "Hungover Liver" [parody of Paul Metser's "Farewell To The Gold"] https://www.folksong.org.nz/fwltgold/index.html#Hung. It wouldn't harm to have a few lines tweaked to catch the original better, and I sing such a version, but it's not posted anywhere.


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Bill D
Date: 28 Dec 21 - 03:10 PM

From Australia.. with lyrics at the bottom..
Billy of Tea>


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: GUEST,John from Kemsing
Date: 28 Dec 21 - 11:48 AM

"The Drunkard`s Looking Glass" London, circa 1846

"What will the drunkard do for ale?,
Shall I unfold my dreadful tale.
Yes, I`ll unfold it if I can,
To benefit a drunken man.

What will a drunkard do for ale?
It will make a sober man turn pale.
Sell his hat and pawn his coat,
To satisfy his greedy throat.
Ch.:-
      There for the grace of God go we,
      Saved from shame and misery.
      There for the love of ale go you.
      Say drunkard, is my statement true?

What will he do to gain his end.
He will deceive his dearest friend.
His crafty plans we will devise,
And tell the most atrocious lies.

What will a drunkard do for ale?
Dark and dismal grows my tale.
Sell his bedstead and his bed.
Nor leave a place to lay his head.
Ch.:-

Sell his blankets and his sheets.
Lie in barns or walk the streets.
His thirsty soul will cry for more
He`s starved and miserably poor.

He`ll beg for half-pence when he can.
And say he is a dying man.
But if three half-pence he has got,
He`ll go and find another sot.
Ch.:-

As mean and shabby as himself.
A dirty, ragged, drunken elf.
In some alehouse corner seated,
Waiting, longing to be treated.

They freely enter into chat,
If they can but catch a flat.
With every one they will be friends,
If they can but gain their ends.
Ch.:-

Then with his bosom full, of strife,
Each man goes home to beat his wife.
The children beat and sent to bed,
Because the wretches have no bread.

No meat, no butter have they got.
Such is the dwelling of a sot.
The wife in tears and ragged too,
Say, drunkard is my statement true?
Ch.:-


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: GUEST
Date: 28 Dec 21 - 11:05 AM

https://youtu.be/9Q0BksZmGpU
- Alan Reid and Rob Van Sante


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: GUEST
Date: 28 Dec 21 - 11:02 AM

https://youtu.be/ODNpPK54ko4
- sung by Dick Gaughan


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Haruo
Date: 28 Dec 21 - 08:27 AM

I'm a bit more than 37 years away from my last drink. I sing my "Fremont Hymn" and "The Salvation Army Song" (Put a Nickel on the Drum) in AA meetings during my birthday month (and occasionally at Song Circle). Also this one:

Ach du lieber Augustin
Slot machine run by steam
Put a nickel in it and see what comes out.
Octember, Septober, no wonder I'm sober
If whiskey doesn't kill me, I'll live till I die.


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Haruo
Date: 28 Dec 21 - 08:19 AM

The Sacred Harp Bremen site has the score to 334 Oh, Come Away, as well as robotic voices to learn the parts from, and a link to a YouTube. https://sacredharpbremen.org/334-o-come-away/


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Subject: Lyr Add: Beer Belly Polka
From: NightWing
Date: 27 Dec 21 - 10:00 PM

Recently found this one that I had not heard before, don't see in this list, and don't see in the DT: "Beer Belly Polka". (Mel Bay's Deluxe Anthology of Fiddle Styles. David Reiner. Mel Bay Publications, Inc. Pacific, MO: 1979. P. 20.) It says "copyright 1976 by P. Anick".

Beer Belly Polka

It ain't so hard to get rid of that lard,
A whole lot of other good folk have.
Get out on the floor with the girl you adore,
And dance to the beer belly polka.

If you think your belly's too big,
Take a drink, dance to the music.
If you don't want your beer to show,
Now's the time to make it go.
You'll be as slender as our friend the bartender
Dancing the beer belly polka.

Ain't it a shame to hear women complain,
About something we've no control of.
It gets on their nerves to see men with curves,
Dancing the beer belly polka.

If you think your wife'll bop you,
Take a drink, don't let her stop you.
If you don't want your wife to scoff,
Now's the time to work it off.
It's just as nice as doing exercises:
Dancing the beer belly polka.

It appears that I lost the software to create ABC from MIDI in my last computer crash. I'll try to post the tune as soon as I can get it back up.

BB,
NightWing


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Subject: Lyr Add: OUT OF LOVE (John Prine, Bill Caswell
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 26 Dec 21 - 08:21 PM

I thought you might enjoy the way so many beer advertising slogans are woven into this love song:


OUT OF LOVE
Written by John Prine & Bill Caswell
As recorded on John Prine's album “German Afternoons” (1986)

1. Barley malts and does eat oats and little girls are lively,[1]
And your liveliness has left me in a brew;
So I'm sitting here just drinking beer ‘cause there's nothing else to do,
And when I'm out of love, I'm out of you.[2]

2. We were so happy, honey, when we were together,
Why, we should have won a ribbon colored blue,[3]
But those Rocky Mountain waters came between us,[4]
And when I'm out of love, I'm out of you.

CHORUS: So I'm living in the land of sky blue waters,[5]
And I'm grabbing all the gusto up, it's true.
Well, you only go around once in life, they say,[6]
And when I'm out of love, I'm out of you.

3. These teardrops that I'm crying are the champagne of bottled tears,[7]
And I must admit that I've shed one or two,
But when good friends get together[8], well, they always tip a few,
And when I'm out of love, I'm out of you. CHORUS

4. So put me in a cool place, for I'm the King of Beers.[9]
Forty to forty-five degrees will do;
And if you must play that jukebox, let it be low and now[10]
'Cause when I'm out of love, I'm out of you. CHORUS

So if you got the time, we got the tears,[11]
And when I'm out of love, I'm out of you.


1 A reference to the lyrics of the song MAIRZY DOATS.
2 “When you’re out of Schlitz, you’re out of beer” was the slogan of Schlitz beer.
3 A reference to Pabst Blue Ribbon beer.
4 “Brewed with Pure Rocky Mountain Spring Water” was a slogan of Coors beer.
5 “From the land of sky-blue waters” was the slogan of Hamm’s beer.
6 “You only go around once in this life, so you have to grab for all the gusto you can get” was a slogan of Schlitz beer.
7 “The Champagne of Bottled Beer” was a slogan of Miller High Life beer.
8 “When good friends get together they say O.K. for O’Keefe’s” was a slogan for O’Keefe’s beer.
9 “The King of Beers” was the slogan of Budweiser beer.
10 “Tonight, let it be Lowenbrau” was a slogan for Lowenbrau beer.
11 “If you’ve got the time, we’ve got the beer” was a slogan for Miller High Life beer.


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: GUEST
Date: 07 Dec 21 - 05:10 PM

https://youtu.be/HLOS3X3PfPg


(The Foxy Devil, by Christy Moore)


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Nigel Parsons
Date: 07 Dec 21 - 07:12 AM

"Rehab": Amy Winehouse


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Felipa
Date: 07 Dec 21 - 06:53 AM

The Land of the Gael posted on Mudcat


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Subject: Lyr add: The Wobbling Man
From: Felipa
Date: 15 Nov 21 - 06:17 PM

thanks to guest, 15 Nov 21, I have looked up lyrics to

THE WOBBLING MAN (John Neville)

THE WOBBLING MAN
I laughed unknowingly as a boy
The wobbling man was like a toy
You’d wind him up and let him go
And watch him wobble to and fro

But soon I learned to laugh no more
When I’d hear the key turn in the door
The silence came no one would talk
Around on eggshells we would walk

Momma Momma tell me why
The dark clouds always fill our sky
While other children laugh and play
I find a corner and hide away

Children gather it’s time to eat
Times are tough, we don’t have meat
But hidden upstairs in and old top coat
Is a pocket filled with ten pound notes

Search the pockets, check them deep
We pray the Lord our souls to keep
For taking the money when we can
From the angry, sleeping, wobbling man

Oh Momma Momma please don’t lie
Sometimes I wish that he would die
Don’t make excuses for him to me
I’m older now and I can see

A woman bends to stoke the fire
The flames were once like her desire
She held for the man who shared her dreams
Who turned out to be cold and mean

I see the pain, hear the abuse
That comes from alcohol misuse
From the neighbour’s eyes the pity came
We walked with our heads hung in shame

Oh Momma Momma please don’t cry
I’ll wipe a salt tear from your eye
Come the whispered words of a little boy
Some day you’ll find your house of joy

The years slip by, but take their toll
They’ve stolen this woman’s heart and soul
I think as her life begins to fade
The house of joy she’s finally made

As a cold October morn begins
An old man cries for his past sins
To his lips a picture I see him press
Of a dancing woman in a wedding dress

Oh Momma Momma I can’t but cry
I wipe a salt tear from my eye
Your time has come, you’ve reached your peace
From your troubled world you’ve been released.

http://www.johnnevillemusic.com/?page_id=30#C11


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: GUEST
Date: 15 Nov 21 - 05:40 PM

Think about this :

https://youtu.be/jmnXV_ssatw


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Subject: Lyr Add: The Pig Got Up
From: Felipa
Date: 15 Nov 21 - 05:30 PM

Little Hawk says The Pig Got Up is a poem but I see that it has been recorded as a song.
From lyricsplayground.com :

PIG GOT UP AND SLOWLY WALKED AWAY, THE
(Music: F W Bowers / Lyrics: Benjamin Hapgood Burt)

Frank Crumit - 1934
Johnny Bond - 1966
Jim Croce - 1975

Also recorded by: Sam Hinton; Rudy Vallee;
Harry Belafonte; Clinton Ford; Acker Bilk.

One evening in October
When I was about one-third sober
And was taking home a load with manly pride
My poor feet began to stutter
So I lay down in the gutter
And a pig came up and lay down by my side

Then we sang "It's All Fair Weather"
And "Good Fellows Get Together"
Till a lady passing by was heard to say
She says, "You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses"
And the pig got up and slowly walked away

Yes, the pig got up and slowly walked away
Slowly walked away, slowly walked away
Yes, the pig got up and he turned and winked at me
As he slowly walked away

I also well remember
One evening in November
When I was creeping home at break of day
For in my exhilaration
I engaged in conversation
With a cab-horse, right on the corner of Broadway

I was filled up to the eyeballs
With a flock of gin and highballs
So I whispered to the cab-horse old and grey
I says, "It's these all-night homeward marches
That gave us both our fallen arches."
And the old horse laughed and slowly walked away

Yes, the old horse laughed and slowly walked away
Slowly walked away, he slowly walked away
And the old horse laughed and he turned and winked at me
As he slowly walked away
As he slowly walked away


(Contributed by Peter Akers - August 2008)


++++++++++


As recorded by JOHNNY BOND:


One evenin' in October
When I was five fifths sober
Takin'g home a load with manly pride
My poor feet began to stutter
So I lay down in the gutter
And a pig come up and lay down by my side

Then we sang it's all fair weather
When good fellers ger together
Till a lady passing by was heard to say
"You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses"
So the pig got up and slowly walked away

Yes, the pig got up and slowly walked away
Slowly walked away
Slowly walked away
Yes, the pig got up and without a word to say
He looked at me and thought
That he would leave me where I lay

And that same old pig a lesson taught to me
And that was not to be a bigger pig than he
So I hopped next day on the water cart to stay
Since the pig got up and slowly walked away

I also well remember
One evenin' in November
When I was goin' home at break of day
For in my exhileration
I engaged in conversation
With a cab horse on the corner of Broadway

I was filled up to the eyeballs
With flocks of gin and highballs
So I whispered to the cab horse old and grey
"It's these all-night homeward marches
Gives us both our fallen arches"
And the cab horse laughed and slowly walked away

Yes, the old horse laughed and slowly walked away
Slowly walked away
Slowly walked away
Yes, the old horse laughed and without a word to say
He wagged his tail and hit the trail
That led him to the hay

And that same old horse I very often see
And when I'm sober he will always bow to me
Now at night I stay at the old YMCA
Since the old horse laughed and slowly walked away


(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - August 2011)


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Jim Carroll
Date: 11 Jun 20 - 01:20 PM

The last ballad sheet to be sold in the West of Ireland
Jim Carroll

THE BAR WITH NO STOUT
Now we’ve heard quite a lot of the Pub with no Beer,
And some people claim it's the hit of the year,
But during the war I was rambling about,
And I called for a Pint in a Bar with no Stout.        

The bar owner sat on a chair by the fire,
I’ d swear if you touched him he’d scrape like a brier,         
When I said “Fill a Pint” then his rag he got out,         
Saying “Your order is tall in the Bar with no Stout".

A customer came in a donkey and car,
He tied up his ass and took in a big jar,
But the ass jumped and reared, from the door he pulled out,
Its no place for an ass near a Bar with no Stout        

A customer came in a donkey and car,
He tied up his ass and took in a big jar,
But the ass jumped and reared, from the door he pulled out,         
1t's no place for an ass near a Bar with no Stout.

The Garda on duty the first time in years,
Came back from his beat all shaken with fears,
The Sergeant said Pat, why you look knocked about,
He stammered and told him the Bar's got no Stout.

The Postman returned from his rounds on the street,
And when he had entered his time on the sheet,
The Postmaster seeing no froth round his mouth,
Guessed on the spot that the Bar had no Stout.

Now ’tis lonesome to part with the one you love dear,
Or to sit on a stool in a Pub with no Beer
But there’s nothing more lonesome without any doubt,
Than to call for a Pint in a Bar with no Stout.,


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: bradfordian
Date: 11 Jun 20 - 08:49 AM

Back in 2010 Virginia Tam referenced Old King Beer. Recently found out that its a Bill Caddick song on his 1995 Winter with flowers CD.

OLD KING BEER by Bill Caddick

Cho.
I love my king, He knows it well
He knows I love him dear
There’s not a king that’s ever been
As good as old King Beer

Well, Old King Beer, He came to me
When I could barely stand
He said try a drop of me home brewed ale
And you’ll always be my man
I took a drop, From his brown jug
And I loved him straight away
we served each other loyally
Ever since that lucky day.          chorus
Oh I love my king, He knows it well
He knows I love him dear
There’s not a king that’s ever been
As good as old King Beer

I went to school , For half me life
King Beer he came along
I learned to order up me pint
In twenty different tongues
I learnt a gallon Has eight pints
And a quart has only two
So order up a gallon for me
And a quart pot down for you.          chorus
Oh I love my king, He knows it well
He knows I love him dear
There’s not a king that’s ever been
As good as old King Beer

Now wine is fine and Brandy’s grand
And I love me whiskey too
But give me a drop of you know what
I’ll know just what to do
there’s honey in that amber ale
And I love each little bee
But best of all, the pints I love
Are the ones you buy for me.         chorus
Oh I love my king, He knows it well
He knows I love him dear
There’s not a king that’s ever been
As good as old King Beer

So take the money, Take the car
Take the wife and family
You can take me wits for all the good
They’ve ever done for me
Now I’d like to stop And sing a song
I’ve got some good friends here
Then take me down to the nearest pub
For it’s time to meet King Beer.         Chorus
Oh I love my king, He knows it well
He knows I love him dear
There’s not a king that’s ever been
As good as old King Beer


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Subject: Lyr Add: SHE BURNT THE LITTLE ROADSIDE TAVERN DOWN
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 14 Feb 18 - 06:17 PM

SHE BURNT* THE LITTLE ROADSIDE TAVERN DOWN
Words & music by Bill Howard.
As recorded by Jimmy Dean, 1968.

CHORUS: Oh, she burned the little roadside tavern down,
The only one for miles and miles around.
I saw many hours of pleasure tumble down
When she burned the little roadside tavern down.

It was my home away from home.
Now those many night of gettin' stoned are gone.
This is what she had to say:
"Man, you'd better stay away,
Or I'll burn that little tavern down someday." CHORUS

It was there I had my freedom all night long,
But she'd fuss an' say that I had done her wrong.
She said: "Man, you'll never learn.
Just step back and watch 'er burn,"
And now that little roadside tavern's gone. CHORUS

I saw many hours of pleasure tumble down, down, down,
When she burned the little roadside tavern down.

[Also recorded byPorter Wagoner, and others.]
[*Or "burned" according to some recordings.]


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Subject: Lyr Add: SHUT UP AND DRINK YOUR BEER
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 14 Feb 18 - 02:16 PM

This is a lively, upbeat polka done in western-swing style. You can hear it at The Internet Archive:


SHUT UP AND DRINK YOUR BEER
(Bob Newman)
As recorded by Luke Wills' Rhythm Busters on Victor 20-2415, 1947.

There's a place on the corner where the gang will always meet,
Where the jukebox music makes you pat your feet.
In the middle of the evenin' when spirits are gay,
The fat bartender, you will hear him say:

CHORUS: "(Shut up!) and drink your beer.
There's a man asleep beneath the table in the rear.
(Shut up!) and drink your beer.
It's time to have another."

Patrick Mahoney he was always the same.
He'd lick any man with an Irish name.
The door it would open and Patrick walk in,
This is the place where the chorus begins: CHORUS

If the place gets noisy, and you know that it will,
And the folks around you seem to have their fill,
You'll all know the words from beginning to end,
So one, two, three, let's all sing it again: CHORUS

[Also recorded by Doye O'Dell, 1948; and by Merle Travis, 1953.]


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Subject: Lyr Add: I'M JUST A QUIET DRINKER
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 18 Aug 17 - 02:40 PM

Just ran across this novelty song, which you can hear at The Internet Archive:


I'M JUST A QUIET DRINKER
(Berger-Leopoldi)
As recorded by Herbi Hardt

1. Each night when I go drinking, I'm always on my own.
I need no girls winking; I like to drink alone.
I don't want any company; I only want my scotch,
Because it always bothers me when the others drink too much.

CHORUS: I'm just a quiet drinker; that's why I'm never blue,
And while my nose gets pinker, I sing the whole night through,
And when they holler "Quiet!" I tell them: "Listen, boys:
Go shut your mouth and drink your beer.
Don't be so loud; I cannot hear."
I'm just a quiet drinker; it's why I make such noise.
Hi-de-hi, hi-de-ho, hi-lee, hi-lo!
I'm always feeling fine whenever I have dough.
Hi-de-hi, hi-de-ho, hi-lee, hi-lo!
And drinking is no crime; my doctor told me so.

2. A cop is getting nasty; he starts to raise his voice.
He tells me I'm a nuisance; I'm making too much noise.
Sinatra and Bing Crosby, I tell that silly cop,
They sing more often than I do but no one locks them up.

3. When I go home in morning, it almost makes me weep.
They holler from the window: "Shut up! We want to sleep!"
I tell 'em: "Don't you realize you give me misery?
If you would shut your window, then your noise won't bother me."


[On one of the repeats, he sings: "I'm just a quiet sti—, uh, drinker...."]


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Subject: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics:The Serenity Prayer
From: GUEST,Gealt
Date: 28 Mar 17 - 09:14 AM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wonpb0NSu3M


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: GUEST,Jason
Date: 28 Mar 17 - 07:32 AM

Come Landlord fill the flowing bowl Until it doth run over,
Come landlord fill the flowing bowl Until it doth run over,
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober.

The man who drinketh small beer And goes to bed quite sober,
Fades as the leaves do fade That drop off in October.
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober.
The man who drinketh strong beer And goes to bed right mellow,
Lives as he ought to live, And dies a jolly fellow.
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober.

But he who drinks just what he likes And getteth half seas over,
Will live until he die, perhaps, And then lie down in clover.
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober.

The man who kisses a pretty girl And goes and tells his mother,
Ought to have his lips cut off, And never kiss another.
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober.

The maiden who enjoys a kiss and comes back for another,
She's a boon to all mankind and soon to be a mother.
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober.

Come into the garden Maud And don't be so particular,
For if the grass is very very wet, We'll do it perpendicular.
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober.

If I had a pile of bricks I'd build my chimney higher.
That would stop the neighbour's cat from pissing in the fi-er.
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober.


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Ged Fox
Date: 28 Mar 17 - 06:52 AM

In Cellar Cool - Drinking Drinknig Drigkin

"Pour out the Rhine wine, let it flow"

"Down among the dead men"


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Subject: Lyr Add: SWEDISH GLUG (Stan Boreson)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 27 Mar 17 - 02:36 PM

Found this parody on YouTube:

(Of course he sings it in a stereotypical Swedish accent, which I have not tried to represent with spelling.)


SWEDISH GLUG
As recorded by Stan Boreson & Doug Setterberg on "Yust Go Country and Western"
Tune: MOUNTAIN DEW (Grandpa Jones)

CHORUS: Oh, they call it that good old Swedish glögg,
Which sometimes we drink from a mug.
Please be a sport and give me a quart
Of that good old Swedish glögg.

Old uncle Knut when he goes on a toot,
He buys him a five-gallon jug.
He takes a little nip and it sends him on a trip.
It's that good old Swedish glögg.

Old uncle Sven he is sure happy when
He does that old chug-a-lug,
But he's sure a disgrace when he falls on his face
Just from drinking that Swedish glögg.

Aunt Ingebrigt likes glögg quite a bit.
She used it for cleaning her rug.
It was two hundred proof and it blew off the roof.
There's such power in Swedish glögg.


[I have kept the title as it appears in the video, but "glögg" is the correct spelling in Swedish, or "gløgg" in Norwegian and Danish. It's mulled wine.]


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: JohnInKansas
Date: 26 Feb 11 - 01:53 AM

CD (no titles listed).

After all these drinkin' songs, somebody here might be ready for it.

???

John


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Kara
Date: 25 Feb 11 - 07:19 AM

here is a bit saw and xylophone ideal for Alcoholics

When I'm Sober


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: GUEST,Barred for Life
Date: 24 Feb 11 - 12:29 PM

You shoulda seen me last night when I
fell down laughing and I tumbled down a flight of wooden stairs
I went crashing through the window at the VFW hall,
crashing over a pile of metal chairs
The I - cussed out my girlfriend,
tried to
feel up her mom,
crashed my my car I think I bruised my spiiiine.
(chorus)
Oh you - oughta go with me when I go out drinking
I always have myself a real good time

2 more verses and a refrain

Pat Daily: The Drinking song featured on Bob and Tom radio show
believe it's on youtube somewhere


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 03 Sep 10 - 03:27 PM

A virtual goldmine of songs is found in the "Half-Mind Hymnal" (Check the net)

Time Magazine this week has a great article on why heavy drinkers live longer than tea-totlers (Check the net)

A sample of H3 material contained in the Hymnal:
I want a beer, just like the beer, that pickled my old man.

or (directed towards some MC ladies who have discovered blogging

Thank god she finally shut up
Thank god she quit her bitchin'
Now drink your beer
Get out of here
And get back in the kitchen.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE NEAR FUTURE (Irving Berlin)
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 03 Sep 10 - 03:16 PM

Perhaps some of the most universally identified four notes.

Irving Berlins "The Near Future" copyright 1919
from lyricstime.com

How dry I am, how dry I am
It's plain to see just why I am
No alcohol in my highball
And that is why so dry I am

[Man:]
How dry I am, how dry I am
It's plain to see just why I am
No alcohol in my highball
And that is why so dry I am
Waiter, Waiter

[Waiter:]
What do you want? What do you want?

[Man:]
I'm just as thirsty as can be

[Waiter:]
What'll you have? What'll you have?

[Man:]
Suggest a little drink for me

[Waiter:]
Of the very finest soft drinks we have all the best

[Man:]
I don't know a thing about them
What would you suggest?

[Waiter:]
Have a little Coca-Cola
Really, it's a lovely drink
Percy, Clarence, Reginald, too
They will recommend it to you
Have a little Coca-Cola
It's the very best I think
It isn't alcoholic but you can have a frolic
If you take enough to drink

[Man:]
They are much too dry

[Waiter:]
Then how'd you like to try
Sarsaparilla, try sarsaparilla
Sarsaparilla ought to do
Rockefeller drinks sarsaparilla
And what's good enough for Rockefeller
Is good enough for you

[Man:]
Go and tell John D
His drink won't do for me

[Waiter:]
Then have a little glass of grape juice
It's the only drink to buy
Really, it's fine, simply divine
It's recommended by William J. Bryan
Eve'rybody's drinking grape juice
Ever since the town went dry
I've heard them tell, sir
That grape juice and seltzer
Is just the little drink to try

[Man:]
That won't do, I'm afraid

[Waiter:]
Then try some lemonade
A little lemon, a little sugar
A little vichy and a straw
Makes the very nicest little drink you ever saw
You ought to buy one, come on and try one
For it's the finest drink that's made
Drinks like this'll wet your whistle
Have a glass of lemonade

[Man:]
That won't do I fear
I'd like a glass of beer

[Waiter:]
Then have some Bevo
Have a drink of Bevo
It's the grandest imitation that we know
If you care for beer, it's the drink you should pick
It tastes like lager but it hasn't got the kick

[Bevo Girl:]
Bevo, have a drink of Bevo
Though it hasn't got a punch up it's sleeve-o

[Waiter:]
Those who drink it insist that a Christian Scientist
Could easily come staggering home on Bevo

[Man:]
How dry I am, how dry I am
It's plain to see just why I am
Oh, how I call for alcohol
And that is why so dry I am

[The Spirit of Alcohol:]
I hear you calling me
I am the Spirit of Alcohol
For let me assure you one and all
I'm not dead, I'm only asleep
Some day I'll come back to you

[Chorus:]
We hope you do, we hope you do

[The Spirit of Alcohol:]
When your laws are not so blue

[Chorus:]
We hope you do, we hope you do

[The Spirit of Alcohol:]
When you give Prohibition your shoe

[Chorus:]
You bet your life we'll kick it
Because it's very wicked

[The Spirit of Alcohol:]
Say to Mister Temperance you're through

[Chorus:]
That's what we'll do, that's what we'll do

[The Spirit of Alcohol:]
I'll come back someday
With a hip, hip hooray
Until I do, I'll give to you
A little cocktail that is new

SAME FOUR Notes and phrase appearing in:
How Dry I Am (Show Me the Way to Cairo)
Copyright 1921
by Johnstone and Johnstone
Sheet Music at digital.library.ucla.edu "Archive of Popular American Music"

Ship me east of Cairo land
Where there is jog on every hand.

Where the best is like the worst
And a man can raise a thirst
Gone are all the popping corks
And the glasses that used to clink.pr>

Water, water, everywhere
But not a drop to drink.

Nobody knows - How dry I Am
I long to be back with Omar Khay-am
Beneath the bough
A jug of wine and thou
And from the flowing cup I would sup now

Just to lie around lazy
In the sunlight hazy
With my arm around a daisy
And say here's how
Nobody know - How dry I Am
I long to be back with wonderful Omar Khay-am.

Sincerely,
Gargoyle

In-ability of "Guests" to post http address is a pain.


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Subject: Lyr Add: THAT'S WHY I'M HERE (Kenny Chesney)
From: Roger in Baltimore
Date: 03 Sep 10 - 02:01 PM

A country favorite of my is Ken Chesney's "That's why I'm Here".

That's Why I'm Here lyrics

No I ain't had nothing to drink
I knew that's probably what you'd think
If I dropped by this time of night
Remember way back when
I promised you I'd drop in
At one of those meetings down at the Y

Well, they started talkin bout steps you take
Mistakes you make
The hearts you break
And the price you pay
I almost walked away

You could hear a pin drop
When this old man
Stood up and said I'm gonna' say it again
Like I do every week
For those who don't know me

It's the simple things in life
Like the kids at home and a loving wife
That you miss the most, when you lose control
And everything you love starts to disappear
The devil takes your hand and says no fear
Have another shot, just one more beer
Yah, I've been there, that's why I'm here

This ole boy stood up in the aisle
Said he'd been living a life of denial
And he cried as he talked about wasted years
I couldn't believe what I heard
It was my life word for word
And all of the sudden it was clear

It's the simple things in life
Like the kids at home and a loving wife
That you miss the most, when you lose control
And everything you love starts to disappear
The devil takes your hand and says no fear
Have another shot, just one more beer
Yah, I've been there, that's why I'm here

I know for us it may be too late
But it would mean the world to me
If you were there when I stand to say
It's the simple things in life
Like the kids at home and a loving wife
That you miss the most, when you lose control
And everything you love starts to disappear
The devil takes your hand and says no fear
Have another shot, just one more beer
Yah, I've been there, that's why I'm here
Oh, I've been there, that's why I'm here

Roger in Baltimore


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Jack Campin
Date: 03 Sep 10 - 09:46 AM

Spelling:

Immanuel Kant
Schopenhauer
Hegel
Wittgenstein
Schlegel
Nietzsche
shandy
Aristotle
Hobbes
Rene Descartes


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: GUEST
Date: 02 Sep 10 - 11:55 PM

Monty Python

emanual kant was a real pissant
who could drink you under the table
david hume could outconsume Schopenhouer and hagle
and litginstein was a beery swine who was just as sloshed as shlagle
There's nothing Nitsche couldn't teach ya
bout the raising of the wrist
socrates himself was permanently pissed

John Stuart mill, of his own free will
on a half a pint of shanty was particularly ill
Plato they say, could stick it away
half a crate of whiskey every day
aristottle aristottle was a bugger for the bottle
hobbs was fond of his dram
an' rene decart was a drunken fart, I drink therefore I am
Yes socrates is particularily missed
a lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he's pissed


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: LadyJean
Date: 01 May 10 - 12:43 AM

There's a wonderful French song calles "Sans Souci". If my French and my memory were a bit better I'd write it out.

"Father Dear Father Come Home" comes from a novel called "Ten Nights In a Bar Room", which accounts the troubles the Sickle and Sheaf tavern create in a small New England town.

My mom used to sing a parody of it, with the chorus, "Oh the doors swing in and the doors swing out. And some pass in, while others pass out. Your father I fear is having a beer, behind those swinging doors." But I've forgotten a few of the verses. I'd be thrilled if someone else knew them and posted them.

There's always "Farewell to Whiskey", which being by Robert Burns is fairly moving.


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: GUEST,Clontarf83
Date: 01 May 10 - 12:30 AM

If you are interested I wrote and recorded a lament for a woman friend who died of alcoholism--they found her dead at the foot of her christmas tree where she had been wrapping presents for her estranged children, with two forty pounders of vodka on the floor beside her. Not sure how to send it to you--I have an mp3 file


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: kendall
Date: 30 Apr 10 - 07:44 PM

Sunday morning coming down.
Little Blossom
Shingling the rum sellers roof


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: John Routledge
Date: 30 Apr 10 - 07:20 PM

Thanks Joe. I rushed down this thread to put The Reunion by Cyril Tawney down and there it was.

Haven't heard Cyril singing it but Martin Wyndham-Read does as quietly chilling version.


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: Joe_F
Date: 30 Apr 10 - 06:31 PM

"Reunion", by Cyril Tawney, is a *non*drinking song by someone who knows he can't handle the stuff.


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: VirginiaTam
Date: 30 Apr 10 - 05:44 PM

Old King Beer
A Pint of Contraception
Drop of Nelson's Blood
Old Dun Cow
Doll Thy Ale


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: GUEST,russell j baines
Date: 30 Apr 10 - 05:40 PM

alcoholic's melody


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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics!
From: reggie miles
Date: 10 Jan 08 - 01:30 AM

Here's one that came to be after listening to a musical partner tell me all of the various ways that he knew to refer to being drunk. I then started a thread here and asked for the same input before crafting the following.

Drunk Reggie Miles © 2004

On Monday we get plastered with martinis till we're lewd
On Tuesday we go to the pub and drink beer until we're screwed
On Wednesday we hang at the bar and down too many keggers
On Thursday we're found at the lounge test hopping liquor flavors
On Friday evening we begin our weekend drinkathon
On Saturday we celebrate by getting loaded all day long
On Sunday we slow down a bit and sip wine until we're feelin' no pain
Because tomorrow is the day we get to start all over again

And we'll get pickled, pissed, plowed, parboiled, polluted to the gills,
And we'll get sloppy, smashed, soaked, and stewed until we've had our fills
And we'll get tangle footed, tight as a drum, and three sheets to the wind
And tomorrow is the day that we'll get drunk all over again

On Monday we get rummy with Bicardi till we stammer
On Tuesday we go pubbin' and guzzle Guiness till we're hammered
On Wednesday we hang at the bar, slammin' down the Yeagers
On Thursday we're found at the lounge with Johnny Walker's favors
On Friday morning we begin our drinkend week-a-thon
On Saturday we celebrate with Jack Daniels all day long
On Sunday we slow down a bit and sip Smirnoff till we're feelin' no pain
Because tomorrow is the day we get to start all over again

And we'll get tipsy, totaled, tanked up, toasted till we've had enough
And we'll get wobbly, well oiled, wrecked, and wasted, wiped out, from the stuff
And we'll get lit up, loaded, fallin' down, feelin' it, and then
Tomorrow is the day that we'll get drunk all over again

And we'll get liquored up, over the limit, looped, and lubricated
We'll get ripped, embalmed, sauced and then thoroughly marinated
We'll be seein' double, blind, and glazed and dazed till who knows when
And tomorrow is the day we get to start all over again
Oh tomorrow is the day that we'll get drunk all over again

And we'll get breathalyzed, DWIs, jail time, and courtroom fines
We'll be 86ed, searched, and cuffed, for weavin' o'er them centerlines
And we'll get impound fees, towing bills, revoked licenses and then
Tomorrow is the day we start our twelve steps over again
Yes, tomorrow is the day we join AA all over again
How dry I am....


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Subject: Lyr Add: LIGHTNING BAR BLUES (Hoyt Axton)
From: GUEST,Andy, Port Erin, I-O-M
Date: 10 Jan 08 - 12:29 AM

My favourite of all time is LIGHTNING BAR BLUES, written by Hoyt Axton but performed by many, many artistes. The best version I ever heard was by Shakin' Stevens and The Sunsets (before the "hit" period". Quite outstanding. These are the lyrics:

Lightning Bar Blues
by Hoyt Axton

CHORUS:
I don't need no diamond ring
I don't need no Cadillac car
Just want to drink my Ripple wine
Down in the Lightnin' Bar
Down in the Lightnin' Bar

Some people value fortune and fame
I don't care about 'em none
Just want to drink my Ripple wine
I want to have my good time fun
Have my good time fun

CHORUS

When I die don't cry for me
Don't bury me at all
Place my livin', laughin', lovin' bones
In a jar of alcohol
Hundred proof alcohol

CHORUS

©1970 Lady Jane Music (BMI)


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