Drinking Music

[God of Chunder]

Best live bands to drink to had to be NRBQ and The Connells. Helped that the singer for the Connells was a massive boozer himself and was a very entertaining drunk.

[Dirty Sanchez]

Sorry here's another Streets classic....

THE STREETS

"Same Old Thing"

Yeah, street level
Oh oh yeah, that's it..
Right there
At street level
That's it that's it that's it
Yeah oh tunes heavy
At street level
That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh right there

Who's round is it?
Down that beer quick smash my glass back down fall over the table
All rowdy and pissed
Seems the only difference between mid week shit and weekend is how loud I speak
And whether I try to pull a girlfriend
That's it who's got dough?
Hey, you know I'd pay but I'm broke, only got coinage to show
Putting off walking home on my own to my thrown
Two empty takeaways ashtrays and remains of the day stoned
Pick a bottle off the table, peel the label tell a fable
Offer opinion for free and a solution to the latest big news story
Football and smut daily as I ponder winning the lottery
Buy a drink, chat to a lady, the girls well fit definitley, not maybe, she's rude I'd shag
her and make tea right there

At street level
That's it that's it that's it
Yeah oi heavy, heavy
At street level
That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh

Can't lounge in the boozer all day, got manouvers to make
Gotta see a man about a dog, can't be late, I'm always late
Raining cats and fog but nice and dry in the black dog
Down it in one my son, can't sit here, gotta run.. things need done
If they don't win this and the next run they getting relegated to the third division
At street level, real people saying repeated sequal
Rock and roll fall to the floor like last night, yesterday morning
And the night before and the night before

Apparently there's a whole world out there somewhere
it's right there, right there
I just don't see it, I just don't see it, oi oi

At street level
That's it that's it that's it
Yeah, oi street level

At street level
That's it that's it that's it
yeah oi oi heavy.. heavy
Lock the door on your way out

:lol:

[bella]

Lets see.. I like alice in chains, ozzy, billy joel, the stones, 80's hair bands, young, Sinatra. I like a bit of everthing even County... Hank rocks!
I guess it depends on the mood i am in...


Don't follow AIC

Hey, I ain't never coming
Home
Hey, I'll just wander my
Own road
Hey, I can't meet you here tomorrow
Say goodbye don't follow
Misery so hollow

Hey you, you're livin'
Life full throttle
Hey you, pass me down that
Bottle, yeah
Hey you, you can't shake
Me round now
I get so lost and don't
Know how
And it hurts to care, I'm
Going down

Forgot my woman, lost my
Friends
Thinks I'd done and where
I've been
Sleep in sweat the mirrors
Cold
See my face it's growin'
Old
Scared to death no reason
Why
Do whatever to get me by
Think about the things I
Said
Read the page it's cold
And dead


One thing i hate is when girls (even tho i am one) come in to a bar and play Cecilia or some other foot pounding shit.... SHUT UP!!!

[Max Vol]

I was just listening to Uncle Tupelo's "No Depression." Lot's of good songs about hooch. Check out "Before I Break"


On liquor I spend my last dime

Sunday morning, 8am
Cursing myself again
Drinking like this one might be my last

Memories of making jokes
Too much beer and talk-show hosts
One of them that's fading fast

Here's to waking up at night
Drunk and undressed by the side of the road
You're still thinking

That you can't go on like this
Before I break down
You keep saying thanks so much, I can't live
Thanks so much, I've had enough

Well, it'd do me just fine to make it through the night
On liquor I spend my last dime

A worried man drinks a healthy drink
But he drinks nine or ten until he's done
Then he'll tell you his life story
But he won't stop until he's told you and everyone

Here's to waking up at night
Drunk and undressed by the side of the road
You're still thinking

That you can't go on like this
Before I break down
You keep saying thanks so much, I can't live
Thanks so much, I've had enough

Well, it'd do me just fine to make it through the night
On liquor I spend my last dime

Memories of making jokes
Too much beer and talk-show hosts
One of them that's fading fast

Here's to waking up at night
Drunk and undresssed by the side of the road
You're still thinking

That you can't go on like this
Before I break down
You keep saying thanks so much, I can't live
Thanks so much, I've had enough

Well, it'd do me just fine to make it through the night
On liquor I spend my last dime

[Oggar]

One for those solitary introspective drinking nights

Cantspeak -Danzig

can't speak
can't talk
can't do anything they want

can't hide
or change your mind
gonna live with all my soul
inside

can't speak
can't talk
can't stop for the reeling cause
or love
i told 'em all about it
can't talk
cause i'm already lost

can't think
can't cry
keep thinking of a suicide
it's hard
i just can't forget it
gonna fade cause i'm already dead

can't think
can't dream
don't care if i live or die
don't talk
i just can't believe it
gonna fade cause i'm already dead

can't think
i cant dream
i don't believe anything i see
i really don't wanna get it
gotta leave or i'll live to regret it

can't speak
can't lie
don't go anywhere to hide
can't think
can't cry
keep thinking of a suicide

can't speak
can't talk
can't do anything i want
can't hide
or change your mind
gonna live with all my soul inside

can't speak
can't talk
can't do anything i want
can't hide
or change your mind
gonna live with all my soul inside

[Savage]

The LOML likes to get sloppy on country, but I prefer the stuff that was around way before I was even a gleam in my daddy's eye. Jackie Gleason is the man, but I recently discovered a guy called Korla Pandit. I'm listening to him piano the Black Orpheus Theme from Carnival. It just doesn't getting any drinkinger that this. Maybe I need a time machine.

[Palinka (RIP)]

Steve Earle and the Pogues - Johnny Come Lately

I'm an American, boys, and I've come a long way
I was born and bred in the USA
So listen up close, I've get something to say
Boys, I'm buying this round
Well it took a little while but we're in this fight
And we ain't going home 'til we've done what's right
We're gonna drink Camden Town dry tonight
If I have to spend my last pound
When I first got to London it was pourin' down rain
Met a Iittle girl in the field canteen
Painted her name on the nose of my plane
Six more missions I'm gene
Well I asked if I could stay and she said that I might
Then the warden came around yelling "turn out the lights"
Death rainin' out of the London night
We made love 'til dawn

But when Johnny Come Lately comes marching home
With a chest full of medals and a G.l. loan
They'll be waitin' at the station down in San Antone
When Johnny comes marching home

MY P-47 is a pretty good ship
And she took a round coming cross the Channel last trip
I was thinking 'bout my baby and letting her rip
Always got me through so far
Well they can ship me all over this great big world
But I'll never find nothing like my North End girl
I'm taking her home whh me one day, sir
Soon as we win this war

Now my granddaddy sang me this song
Told me about Londen when the Blitz was on
How he married Grandma and brought her back home
A hero throughout his land
Now I'm standing on a runway in San Diego
A couple Purple Hearts and I move a little slow
There's nobody here, maybe nobody knows
About a place called Vietnam

[ray_ray_stiles]

AC/DC - Have a drink on me, its been played to death but many a highschool pukefest has been had to this soundtrack.

[LuckyStrikes]

Pogue's Tosspint

Tosspint rises early
Sprung from a nightmare's claw
Thrice crows the dawn cock
The mist is on the moor
Tosspint cries from croaking gills
Thank God I'm not forsaken
From the hellish depths of sleep
At last I am awaken

Tosspint flushed his kidneys
And rained a golden shower
Pleased to piss a good pot full
He shat upon the hour
Tosspint filled his belly
With tripe and ox's tongue
A sucking pig stuffed with figs
Into his guts he flung

Full belly and the dance is merry
Where hunger reigns no strength obtains
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
Ring the bells and beat the drum

Tosspint drinks lustily
And pees against the sun
All around the hoary oak
The laughing maidens run
Tosspint warms his codpiece
To the flour adds the yeast
In the field by Tanner's Mill
He plays to two-backed beast

Twist the spigot, close the hole
Stoke the fire and blow the coal
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
Ring the bells and beat the drum
Full belly and the dance is merry
Where hunger reigns no strength obtains
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
Ring the bells and beat the drum

Tosspint fell foul of dogma
And slipped into schism
The trial was quick, the sky grew dark
They led him from the prison
Tied him to a stake of oak
Lit a fire of wood and coke
The crowd sang out "His bacon's smoked!"
The bells rang out "Tosspint's croaked!"

Tosspint under flaming sky
Walks through the fires of Hell
Where bestial demons threw the damned
Screaming as they fell
Into pits of burning coals
Tosspint throws up his last bowl
And mingled with the soup
His soul

Tosspint rises early
Sprung from a nightmare's claw
Thrice crows the dawn cock
The mist is on the moor
Twist the spigot, close the hole
Stoke the fire and blow the coal
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
Ring the bells and beat the drum

[Palinka (RIP)]

The Beautiful South - Old Red Eyes Is Back(Heaton/Rotheray)

Old Red eyes is back
Red from the night before the night before
Walked into the wrong bar walked into a door

Old Red's in town
And sitting late at night he doesn't make a sound
Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown

They're only red from all the tears that I should've shed
They're only red from all the women that I could've wed
So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue

Listen up Old Red
You never listened to a word the doctor said
He told you if you drank another you'd be dead

Old Red Eyes is back
His shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore
He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw

They're only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head
They're only red from all the things I could have done instead
So when you look into these eyes I hope you realise
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue

Blue is a street without an end
Red is the colour of my hell
Blue is a greeting from a friend
Red is the colour of farewell

Old Red he died
And every single landlord in the district cried
An empty bottle of whisky laying by his side
A lazy little tear running from each eye
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue
They could never be blue

[LuckyStrikes]

Hank Williams - There's a tear in my beer

There's a tear in my beer
'Cause I'm crying for you dear
You are on my lonely mind

Into these last nine beers
I have shed a million tears
You are on my lonely mind


I'm gonna keep on sitting here
Until I'm petrified
And then maybe
These tears will leave my eyes


There's a tear in my beer
'Cause I'm crying for you dear
You are on my lonely mind


Last night I walked the floor
And the night before
You are on my lonely mind
It seems my life is through
And I'm so doggone blue
You are on my lonely mind


I'm gonna keep on sitting here
Till I can't move a toe
And then maybe
My heart won't hurt me so


There's a tear in my beer
'Cause I'm crying for you dear
You are on my lonely mind
There's a tear in my beer
'Cause I'm cryin' for you dear
You are on my lonely mind


Into these last nine beers
I have shed a million tears
You are on my lonely mind


I'm gonna keep on sitting here
Until I'm petrified
And then maybe
These tears will leave my eyes


There's a tear in my beer
'Cause I'm crying' for you dear
You are on my lonely mind

[Palinka (RIP)]

I am the last of the famous international playboys.
I like the tune, and it's true.

[Palinka (RIP)]

The Proclaimers - I'm Gonna Be (500 Mile)

When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.
When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.

If I get drunk, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who gets drunk next to you.
If I haver, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's havering to you.

(refrain)
But I would walk 500 miles
An' I would walk 500 more
Just to be that man who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door.

When I'm working, yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's working hard for you.
When the money comes in for the work I do
I'll pass almost every penny on to you.

When I come home, oh I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you.
If I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.

(refrain)

When I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you.
An' when I'm dreaming, well I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you.

When I go out, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.
An' when I come home, yes I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who comes back home with you.

I'm gonna be the man who's coming home...with you!

[deadpuppiesandwhores]

I like the suggestions so far (although Mettalica and Rammstein might be a little off-putting if one is trying to have a little "hair of the dog.")
However, it should be mentioned that certain songs (or musical genres) go well with certain drinks:
For a good old fashioned drunken blowout The Pogues, The Dubliners or The Chieftans (amongst others) provide a fine arm raising rhythm.
For sudden drinking frenzies The Wonderstuff, Blink 182 or Blur (amongst others) impart a certain esprit de corps.
For a reflective "fuck'em all" session the inestimable Mr Waits, Hank Williams (pere et fils) or even Bob Dylan (amongst others) cannot be beaten.
And for all purpose boozing a combination of Oasis, The Fall and The Beautiful South (again, amongst others) rate as personal favourites.
But on the whole, isn't conversation the cornerstone of tying one on?

please tell me you did intend to say hank williams, as opposed to hank williams 2 or 3. hank williams the original is a great listen whenhaving a good reflective drunk, but i don't think anyone knows who he is anymore.

[LuckyStrikes]

I like the suggestions so far (although Mettalica and Rammstein might be a little off-putting if one is trying to have a little "hair of the dog.")
However, it should be mentioned that certain songs (or musical genres) go well with certain drinks:
For a good old fashioned drunken blowout The Pogues, The Dubliners or The Chieftans (amongst others) provide a fine arm raising rhythm.
For sudden drinking frenzies The Wonderstuff, Blink 182 or Blur (amongst others) impart a certain esprit de corps.
For a reflective "fuck'em all" session the inestimable Mr Waits, Hank Williams (pere et fils) or even Bob Dylan (amongst others) cannot be beaten.
And for all purpose boozing a combination of Oasis, The Fall and The Beautiful South (again, amongst others) rate as personal favourites.
But on the whole, isn't conversation the cornerstone of tying one on?

please tell me you did intend to say hank williams, as opposed to hank williams 2 or 3. hank williams the original is a great listen whenhaving a good reflective drunk, but i don't think anyone knows who he is anymore.

Scroll up darlin', I am quite familiar with Hank. Most people are, just don't realize the tunes originate from him. Great songwriter and performer. I live 2.5 miles from his birthplace.