Music to drink to...lyrics

[pumpkin_escobar]

Here Comes a Regular-The Replacements

Well a person can work up a mean mean thirst
after a hard day of nothin' much at all
Summer's passed, it's too late to cut the grass
There ain't much to rake anyway in the fall

And sometimes I just ain't in the mood
to take my place in back with the loudmouths
You're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with food
I used to live at home, now I stay at the house

And everybody wants to be special here
They call your name out loud and clear
Here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one here today?

Well a drinkin' buddy that's bound to another town
Once the police made you go away
And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now
I'll take a great big whiskey to ya anyway

Everybody wants to be someone's here
Someone's gonna show up, never fear
'cause here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one who feels ashamed?

Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes
He says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut
All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy
The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts

First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow
Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call
First the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snow
Ain't much to rake anyway in the fall

[KGIRISH]

Mood Swing Whiskey, Jeff Buckley

Mood swing whiskey
Drank it all in the morning
Waiting for the dark to move in
Sitting in my step-sister’s kitchen
Horseflies on the window sill
Eyes trained on the lemon king
And wishing it were a gun

I’m thinking of our wedding rings
Trapped inside the heater
Spring water on the floor of this
Sex starved room

The nightmare’s fires burn
The waves of bliss
I tried to stop it with my hand
I was lost in the kiss
With you

Mood swing whiskey
Your bliss, the actress,
Bliss, the assassin
Bliss, the abyss

Did a crazy shot of whiskey
In about zero to sixty
All I could see was the beer

I face the future with a drink in my right
Eyes to the sparkling gloom
Body naked, afraid, and amazed

Say boost me up to your junkyard paradise
Boost me up to your junkyard paradise
With a sweet-ass photo of you

She cheated, and she lied, and you stole her
Stung my tongue just like
Sweat from her shoulder

Ooh, mood swing whiskey
Your love, the destroyer
Love, the destroyer
Love, love...

Yes mood swing whiskey has my brain
Only you can break this chain
Are you here in my bed again
Can you hear my love again (x4)

Run down the subway station babe
I’m packing my rod
All and present histories erased
I am a punishing god
Mood swing whiskey
Yeah the leaves are made of
Messy things again

And I said this is all the headless acrobats
Faces crushed in the circus dust
All for the law of gravity
And the price of admission

Beautiful loser warm hearts have let you down
Beautiful loser warm hearts have left you
Oh no, you...

I think of mankind in quotation marks
Ever since I took a drink from you
This is for all the headless acrobats
Faces crushed in the circus dust
All in the name of gravity
And the price of admission

Beautiful loser while eyes have let you now
Beautiful loser while eyes have let you now
Cause you’re beautiful

I think of mankind in quotation marks
Ever since I took a drink of you

[hophead]

DRINK TILL WE'RE GONE by Lucero

Life is short in spite of your plans
So tell the girls they're pretty while you can
Cause one day they're gone, and all ya got left
is some empty bottles and an ol' country song
that plays on and on

I've wasted my time with these cigarettes
and these ashes are all I got left
I watch this old town and nothing's left for me
Washed down stream and into the sea

Cause this big old river will kill us in time
Till then we'll drink it's weight in cheep beer and wine
We can drink just as fast as the river is strong
And we'll drink till we're gone

Life is short in spite of your plans
So tell the girls they're pretty while you can
Cause one day they're gone, and all ya got left
is some empty bottles and an ol country song

Cause this big old river will kill us in time
till then we'll drink it's weight in cheep beer and wine
We can drink just as fast as the river is strong
And we'll drink till we're gone

[hophead]

THE WAR by Lucero

I got drafted at 19 me and a bunch of ol' boys from home
January '43 we drove out to Pine Bluff and signed on
went to basic south of Birmingham they put me on a West coast bound train
spent three days out in San Diego then they shipped me back east again
left a port out of New York slept for months in Brittish rain
I tore it up down in London town then thet shipped me back out again

and the preacher said "boys he who is killed tonight
will dine with the Lord in paradise"
then one boy spoke up and said, " preacher come on
eat your supper with us"

never talk about these first days lots of friends left behind
but I made it all the way across France and I fought at the Maginot line
rode a tank into Belgium I liked them better than the French
like my daddy thirty years before I did my time in the trench
lots of days there's no water but the liquor kept me warm
the cellars were stocked to their ceilings with booze
so I carried a bottle with my gun

and the preacher said "boys he who is killed tonight
will dine with the Lord in paradise"
then one boy spoke up and said, " preacher come on
eat your supper with us

three times I made sargeant I'm not that kind of man
pretty much just as quick as I could i'd get busted back to private again
'cause takin' orders never suited me but givin' them out was much worse
I could not stand to get my friends killed so I took care of myself first
now I know that don't sound right don't think too bad of me
now it keeps me up nights what I could've done differantly

and the preacher said "boys he who is killed tonight
will dine with the Lord in paradise"
then one boy spoke up and said, " preacher come on
eat your supper with us

I was not to dine at the table of the Lord
his food was not to be mine
'cause I cursed his name every chance that I could
and I reckon that's why i'm still alive...

[bluebottle]

.......i've been drinking from a broken cup - two pairs of pants and a molehair vest - i'm fulla bourbon and i cant stand up.......hey little bird, fly away home.........

[Ugly Pete]

We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue - and then we'll take it higher...

[Rooster]

We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue - and then we'll take it higher...

You've beeen away for a long time. Welcome back Ugly Pete. Sit down and stay awhile.

[Shmoo]

We gonna rock down to Electric Avenue - and then we'll take it higher...

Was that EdDie Grant? I may have that on LP.

[*****]

Kinda obvious, but hey, I'm a slut for the obvious.


Reverend Horton Heat
"Liquor, Beer, and Wine"

The doctor says I'm livin'
On precious borrowed time,
WIth all the time I'm givin'
To liquor beer and wine.

The X-rays of my liver,
look like molded old swiess cheese,
My heart pumps blood and alcohol,
Through hardended arteries.

Every body knows me,
Down at the local bar,
I drink until I can't see,
And I wonder where you are.

I guess I let my health go,
Since you quit bein' mine,
But there was nothing to replace you,
Except liquor beer and wine.

Liquor, beer, and wine
Is the flashing sign I see
Ever single morning I get up
It's buzzing down at me

I look up to the heaven's
For a ray of hope to shine
And there it is in neon,
Liquor beer and wine

Ever since you've left me
I've lived out of my car
Parked between the liquor store
And Uncle Bubba's bar

Booze helps ease the heartache
But your constantly in mind
As constant as that buzzing noise
Of Uncle Bubba's sign

And Jon Spenser Blues Explosion, at least the "Orange" and "Now I got Worry" albums. Turbonegro's last 3 are big on my list as well.

[Minx]

One of the best irish drinking songs....
I for one will be signing up with the Irish Volunteer Fire Dept....

"Old Dun Cow"

Some friends and I in a public house
Was playin dominoes one night
When into the pub a fireman ran
His face all a chalky white.
"What's up", says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost,
Or have you seen your Aunt Mariah?"
"Me Aunt Mariah be buggered!", says he,
"The bleedin' pub's on fire!"

(Chorus)
And there was Brown upside down
Lappin'' up the whiskey on the floor.
"Booze, booze!" The firemen cried
As they came knockin' on the door (clap clap)
Oh don't let 'em in till it's all drunk up
And somebody shouted MacIntyre! MACINTYRE!
And we all got blue-blind paralytic drunk
When the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

"Oh well," says Brown, "What a bit of luck.
Everybody follow me.
And it's down to the cellar
If the fire's not there
Then we'll have a grand old spree."
So we went on down after good old Brown
The booze we could not miss
And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more
Till we were all quite pissed!

Then, Smith walked over to the port wine tub
And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap)
Started takin' off his pantaloons
Likewise his shoes and socks.
"Hold on, " says Brown, "that ain't allowed
Ya can't do that in there.
Don't go washin' trousers in the port wine tub
When we got some Guinness beer."

Then there came from the old back door
The Vicar of the local church.
And when he saw our drunken ways,
He began to scream and curse.
"Ah, you drunken sods! You heathen clods!
You've taken to a drunken spree!
You drank up all the Benedictine wine
And you didn't save a drop for me!"

And then there came a mighty crash
Half the bloody roof caved in.
We were almost drowned in the firemen's hose
But still we were gonna stay.
So we got some tacks and some old wet sacks
And we nailed ourselves inside
And we sat drinking the finest Rum
Till we were bleary-eyed.

Later that night, when the fire was out
We came up from the cellar below.
Our pub was burned. Our booze was drunk.
Our heads was hanging low.
"Oh look", says Brown with a look quite queer.
Seems something raised his ire.
"Now we gotta get down to Murphy's Pub,
It closes on the hour!"

[GSG]

This week I are been mostly drinking to Nick Drake. I know it's stoner stuff really but I find it's good to drink to.

[Palinka (RIP)]

This week I are been mostly drinking to Nick Drake. I know it's stoner stuff really but I find it's good to drink to.

Suits you, sir.

[GSG]

This week I are been mostly drinking to Nick Drake. I know it's stoner stuff really but I find it's good to drink to.

Suits you, sir.

Scorchio!

[Palinka (RIP)]

Scorchio!

[GSG]

How about new squeezy cheesey peas?