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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: GUEST Date: 07 Dec 21 - 05:10 PM https://youtu.be/HLOS3X3PfPg (The Foxy Devil, by Christy Moore) |
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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: 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".
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.
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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: 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: 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: 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,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: 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,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: 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: 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: 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 - 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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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