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- Tippler
- Posts: 1
- Joined: Sun Oct 23, 2005 8:45 am
- Location: Quepos
I'm kinda partial to George Thurougood (sp)
And the Delaware Destroyers when I drink alone.
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- Ten Feet Tall and Bulletproof
- Posts: 1185
- Joined: Tue Sep 23, 2003 7:29 pm
- Location: Systembolaget
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This old smoke filled bar is something I'm not used to
But if gave up my home to see you satisfied
And I just called to let you know where I'll be living
It's not much but I feel welcome here inside
And I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has got a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause I'm always here at home till closing time
I've got everything I need to drive me crazy
I've got everything it takes to lose my mind
And in here the atmosphere's just right for heartaches
And thanks to you I'm always here till closing time
And I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has got a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause I'm always here at home till closing time
Yeah, I'm always here at home till closing time
But if gave up my home to see you satisfied
And I just called to let you know where I'll be living
It's not much but I feel welcome here inside
And I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has got a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause I'm always here at home till closing time
I've got everything I need to drive me crazy
I've got everything it takes to lose my mind
And in here the atmosphere's just right for heartaches
And thanks to you I'm always here till closing time
And I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has got a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause I'm always here at home till closing time
Yeah, I'm always here at home till closing time
“Alcohol may be man's worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy.â€
the pogues-dirty old town. though i believe that was first sung by the dubliners? correct me if im wrong.
if you are real down,-the johnny cash american recordings.
if you wanna get violently shitfaced-iggy and the stooges.
other options-muddy waters, the band, dylan, or after a fair few drinks, the sound of your own voice.
if you are real down,-the johnny cash american recordings.
if you wanna get violently shitfaced-iggy and the stooges.
other options-muddy waters, the band, dylan, or after a fair few drinks, the sound of your own voice.
- George_Pourwell
- Lord of Benders
- Posts: 298
- Joined: Wed Jan 25, 2006 11:36 pm
- Location: Bender, Swallowrado
there's a blur drizzle down the plateglass
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
rollin' maverick across an obsidian sky
as the busses go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the corner I'm freezin';
on a restless boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY STREET
with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the stroll
and the buildings towering high above
lit like dominoes or black dice
all the used car salesmen dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard slacks
and Foster Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95 merchandise
like barkers at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like your money
just as well as anybody else's here"
or they give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born every minute
you just happened to be comin' along at the right time"
come over here now
you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the stroll
in a search of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss yellow gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones waitin' like
pinball machines
to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, Jimmy's and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my lips around a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a gasper lookin'
for some kind of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as walking sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that groaned out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility? naaaa
he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the people say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon that's all melted off to one side
It was just about that time that the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd Street
and a dracula moon in a black disguise
was making its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling
across the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and glasspacks
and the whispering brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and there's a
traffic jam session on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the pending
evening, I leaned up against
my bannister and I've been looking
for some kind of an emotional
investment with romantic dividends
kind of a physical negociation
is underway
as I attempt to consolidate all my
missed weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly payment
through the nose
with romantic residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll probably
be held over for another smashed weekend
as a neon swizzle stick stirrin up the sultry night air
and a yellow biscuit of a buttery cue ball moon
rollin' maverick across an obsidian sky
as the busses go groanin' and wheezin',
down on the corner I'm freezin';
on a restless boulevard at a midnight road
I'm across town from EASY STREET
with the tight knots of moviegoers and out of towners
on the stroll
and the buildings towering high above
lit like dominoes or black dice
all the used car salesmen dressed up in
Purina Checkerboard slacks
and Foster Grant wrap-around,
pacing in front of EARL SCHLEIB
$39.95 merchandise
like barkers at a shootin' gallery
they throw out kind of a Texas Guinan routine
"Hello sucker, we like your money
just as well as anybody else's here"
or they give you the P.T. Barnum bit
"There's a sucker born every minute
you just happened to be comin' along at the right time"
come over here now
you know... all the harlequin sailors are on the stroll
in a search of "LIKE NEW," "NEW PAINT,"
decent factory air and AM-FM dreams
and the piss yellow gypsy cabs
stacked up in the taxi zones waitin' like
pinball machines
to be ticking off a joy ride to a magical place
waitin' in line like "truckers welcome" diners
with dirt lots full of
Peterbilts, Kenworths, Jimmy's and the like, and
they're hiballin' with bankrupt brakes, over driven
under paid, over fed, a day late and a dollar short
but Christ I got my lips around a bottle and
my foot on the throttle and I'm standin' on the corner
standin' on the corner like a "just in town"
jasper, on a street corner with a gasper lookin'
for some kind of Cheshire billboard grin
stroking a goateed chin, and using parking meters
as walking sticks on the inebriated stroll
with my eyelids propped open at half mast
but you know... over at Chubb's Pool Hall and Snooker
it was a nickle after two, yea it was a nickle after two
and in the cobalt steel blue dream smoke, it
was the radio that groaned out the hit parade
and the chalk squeaked, the floorboards creaked
and an Olympia sign winked through a torn yellow
shade, old Jack Chance himself leanin' up against
a Wurlitzer and eyeballin' out a 5 ball combination shot
impossible you say? ...hard to believe?, perhaps
out of the realm of possibility? naaaa
he be stretchin' out long tawny fingers out across a
cool green felt with a provocative golden gate
and a full table railshot that's no sweat and I leaned
up against my bannister and wandered over to the
Wurlitzer and I punched A-2 I was lookin' for
something like Wine, Wine, Wine by the Night Caps
starring Chuck E. Weiss or High Blood Pressure
by George (cryin' in the streets) Perkins - no dice
"that's life," that's what all the people say ridin' high
in April, seriously shot down in May, but I know I'm
gonna change that tune when I'm standing underneath
a buttery moon that's all melted off to one side
It was just about that time that the sun
came crawlin' yellow out of a manhole
at the foot of 23rd Street
and a dracula moon in a black disguise
was making its way back to its
pre-paid room at the St. Moritz Hotel (scat)
and the El train came tumbling
across the trestles and it sounded
like the ghost of Gene Krupa
with an overhead cam and glasspacks
and the whispering brushes of wet radials
on a wet pavement and there's a
traffic jam session on Belmont tonight
and the rhapsody of the pending
evening, I leaned up against
my bannister and I've been looking
for some kind of an emotional
investment with romantic dividends
kind of a physical negociation
is underway
as I attempt to consolidate all my
missed weekly payments, into
one-low-monthly payment
through the nose
with romantic residuals and leg akimbo
but the chances are more than likely I'll probably
be held over for another smashed weekend
"I like my drinks like I like my women...transparent and alcoholic." - Me
"Sometimes you just gotta dump a Guinness on a bitch..." - Beerminx's pal
"Sometimes you just gotta dump a Guinness on a bitch..." - Beerminx's pal
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- Inebriate Savant
- Posts: 587
- Joined: Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:10 am
- Location: Dan Murphy's
- Contact:
Some more great Aussie Rock...
"Carry Me Home" - The Living End
He's gonna get you in the end
Then he'll be your only friend
There's nothing that'll save your soul
All you need is alcohol
Step right up and be a man
On your knees and pray
Freedoms just another open bottle anyway
So one more round is all I need
Fill it up and let me be
It's getting late I should've known
Won't somebody carry me home?
Pick me up from my knees
Carry me home
We think you should know
It's time to go
No more to show
Yes it's time to go
6am it's closing time the barman turns the lights out
I want another round so bring it on it's my shout
Don't leave me sitting here
Dont' take me for a ride
Freedoms just another drink
Don't leave me hanging dry
"Carry Me Home" - The Living End
He's gonna get you in the end
Then he'll be your only friend
There's nothing that'll save your soul
All you need is alcohol
Step right up and be a man
On your knees and pray
Freedoms just another open bottle anyway
So one more round is all I need
Fill it up and let me be
It's getting late I should've known
Won't somebody carry me home?
Pick me up from my knees
Carry me home
We think you should know
It's time to go
No more to show
Yes it's time to go
6am it's closing time the barman turns the lights out
I want another round so bring it on it's my shout
Don't leave me sitting here
Dont' take me for a ride
Freedoms just another drink
Don't leave me hanging dry
I can't believe that after 3 pages of this I'm the first to mention http://www.bootliquor.com.
No, I'm not spamming. I found it on iTunes on my Mac laptop. If you have iTunes, you'll find it under "radio>Americana>Boot Liquor".
If you don't, use the address. All songs about drinking, mostly country. I didn't care a whole lot about country until I found this channel and now it's my flavor of the year. So you have been advised & warned all at once. Get some.
No, I'm not spamming. I found it on iTunes on my Mac laptop. If you have iTunes, you'll find it under "radio>Americana>Boot Liquor".
If you don't, use the address. All songs about drinking, mostly country. I didn't care a whole lot about country until I found this channel and now it's my flavor of the year. So you have been advised & warned all at once. Get some.
- fiyah
- Drinking Like W.C.
- Posts: 6778
- Joined: Fri Apr 07, 2006 4:04 pm
- Location: Boozing Bodhisattva
- Contact:
I particularly like this Spacemen 3 song, "Walk With Jesus" when I'm putting down the whiskey.. Fortunately my bar has the Spiritualized version of the song on the jukebox.. I've passed around lyricsheets to get everyone in the flow..
Walkin’ With Jesus (Kember/Pierce)
I walked with Jesus and he would say
"Oh you poor child, you ain't comin' to me no way
You've found Heaven on Earth, gonna burn for your sin"
But I think I'll be in good company down there with all my friends
Well I got around to thinking 'bout what Jesus said to me
Cos if Heaven's like this, then that's the place for me
Long, long time between now and my death
And I gotta have my fun so I've chosen what's best
Well, here it comes
Here comes the sound
The sound of confusion
The sound of love
So listen sweet Lord, forgive me my sin
‘Cos I can't stand this life without all of these things
Know I done wrong, but I've Heaven on Earth
Know I done wrong, but I could have done me worse
Well, here it comes
Here comes the sound
The sound of confusion
Well, here it comes
Here comes the sound
The sound of love
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes
The sound of love
The sound of love
The sound of love
Jesus please meet me at the centre of the earth
Cos these wings are gonna fail me and I could have done me worse
Yeah I could have done me worse
Yeah I could have done me worse...
Walkin’ With Jesus (Kember/Pierce)
I walked with Jesus and he would say
"Oh you poor child, you ain't comin' to me no way
You've found Heaven on Earth, gonna burn for your sin"
But I think I'll be in good company down there with all my friends
Well I got around to thinking 'bout what Jesus said to me
Cos if Heaven's like this, then that's the place for me
Long, long time between now and my death
And I gotta have my fun so I've chosen what's best
Well, here it comes
Here comes the sound
The sound of confusion
The sound of love
So listen sweet Lord, forgive me my sin
‘Cos I can't stand this life without all of these things
Know I done wrong, but I've Heaven on Earth
Know I done wrong, but I could have done me worse
Well, here it comes
Here comes the sound
The sound of confusion
Well, here it comes
Here comes the sound
The sound of love
Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes
The sound of love
The sound of love
The sound of love
Jesus please meet me at the centre of the earth
Cos these wings are gonna fail me and I could have done me worse
Yeah I could have done me worse
Yeah I could have done me worse...
22:21 Thirsty i was too drunk to be high
[13:22] <@Veen> I need to find the penis monster
[23:03] <@fabric> dont masturbate to me
[13:22] <@Veen> I need to find the penis monster
[23:03] <@fabric> dont masturbate to me
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- Souse
- Posts: 18
- Joined: Mon Jul 24, 2006 1:55 am
- Location: Napa, California
A less...mellow...drinking song.
Berserkers (Black Label Society)
Smokin', trippin', drinkin', never thinkin' what's to be
Another day, another war has come to set me free
The cage is broke, the tank is full, it's where the violence rules
Drinkin' booze and raisin' rifles, hell straight through and through
A never ending rolling nightmare with no end in sight
I start to drink, get high and smashed, it gets me feeling right
The cage is broke, the tank is full, it's where the violence rules
Drinkin' booze and raisin' rifles, hell straight through and through
Drinkin', pukin', pissin', and fightin'
Startin' all over again
Drinkin', pukin', pissin', and fightin'
Startin' all over again
Drinkin', pukin', pissin', and fightin'
Startin' all over again
Drinkin', pukin', pissin', and fightin'
Startin' all over again
Where I fall and where I rise, I couldn't give a damn
Another shot, another beer, is all that I have planned
The cage is broke, the tank is full, it's where the violence rules
Drinkin' booze and raisin' rifles, hell straight through and through
Berserkers (Black Label Society)
Smokin', trippin', drinkin', never thinkin' what's to be
Another day, another war has come to set me free
The cage is broke, the tank is full, it's where the violence rules
Drinkin' booze and raisin' rifles, hell straight through and through
A never ending rolling nightmare with no end in sight
I start to drink, get high and smashed, it gets me feeling right
The cage is broke, the tank is full, it's where the violence rules
Drinkin' booze and raisin' rifles, hell straight through and through
Drinkin', pukin', pissin', and fightin'
Startin' all over again
Drinkin', pukin', pissin', and fightin'
Startin' all over again
Drinkin', pukin', pissin', and fightin'
Startin' all over again
Drinkin', pukin', pissin', and fightin'
Startin' all over again
Where I fall and where I rise, I couldn't give a damn
Another shot, another beer, is all that I have planned
The cage is broke, the tank is full, it's where the violence rules
Drinkin' booze and raisin' rifles, hell straight through and through
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- Hooch Hound
- Posts: 72
- Joined: Thu Aug 12, 2004 4:49 pm
- Location: Bostonia, The Republic of Massatucky
- Contact:
Gonna go with Toxic Narcotic
Homebrew :
TOXIC NARCOTIC LYRICS
"Homebrew"
Corperate Beer that tastes like shit,
profit as they sell you piss
doesn't cost that much at all
to sit at home and brew your own
[Chorus:]
I want homebrew!
Cider lager stout & ale
Have a pint, it's not for sale
Pride in what you made from scratch
Sucking back a fresh brewed batch
I want home brew!
Buying corperate beer is like buying corperate rock
Production for consumption that will never stop
We brew it thick and rich, because we're thin & poor
Support the independant when we buy it at a store
[Chorus] (..i believe)
Homebrew music
Homebrew beer
DIY for life, the situation's clear
To everybody down, i raise my glass & cheer and have another drink of that homebrewed beer
Also
Drink :
[chorus]
Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink some more
Drink, Drink, Drink, 'Till I'm on the floor
Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink some more
Can't get enough gotta get some more!! (x 2)
I don't give a fuck what you think,
Cuz what I want is another drink
Gimme a shot of whiskey and a Guinness Stout,
Cuz that's what drinking is all about
[chorus] (x2)
I'm a drunk that's my claim to fame,
Most bartenders know my name,
Gimme a shot of Jager and a black and tan,
Can't shut me off don't you understand
[chorus] (x2)
This ones goes to the Boston Drunx,
Skinheads, Longhairs, and all the punx.
Homebrew crew, cider up punx here's to me and you
[chorus] (x3)
Drink
Drink
Drink
Fuck you Fuckin' Drink
Homebrew :
TOXIC NARCOTIC LYRICS
"Homebrew"
Corperate Beer that tastes like shit,
profit as they sell you piss
doesn't cost that much at all
to sit at home and brew your own
[Chorus:]
I want homebrew!
Cider lager stout & ale
Have a pint, it's not for sale
Pride in what you made from scratch
Sucking back a fresh brewed batch
I want home brew!
Buying corperate beer is like buying corperate rock
Production for consumption that will never stop
We brew it thick and rich, because we're thin & poor
Support the independant when we buy it at a store
[Chorus] (..i believe)
Homebrew music
Homebrew beer
DIY for life, the situation's clear
To everybody down, i raise my glass & cheer and have another drink of that homebrewed beer
Also
Drink :
[chorus]
Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink some more
Drink, Drink, Drink, 'Till I'm on the floor
Drink, Drink, Drink, Drink some more
Can't get enough gotta get some more!! (x 2)
I don't give a fuck what you think,
Cuz what I want is another drink
Gimme a shot of whiskey and a Guinness Stout,
Cuz that's what drinking is all about
[chorus] (x2)
I'm a drunk that's my claim to fame,
Most bartenders know my name,
Gimme a shot of Jager and a black and tan,
Can't shut me off don't you understand
[chorus] (x2)
This ones goes to the Boston Drunx,
Skinheads, Longhairs, and all the punx.
Homebrew crew, cider up punx here's to me and you
[chorus] (x3)
Drink
Drink
Drink
Fuck you Fuckin' Drink
"If She Don't Kill Me, The Whiskey Will"
- Whiskeydick
- Hooch Hound
- Posts: 50
- Joined: Thu Sep 22, 2005 12:44 pm
- Location: My brother's bar!
- Whiskeydick
- Hooch Hound
- Posts: 50
- Joined: Thu Sep 22, 2005 12:44 pm
- Location: My brother's bar!