1. |
Cider Jar
00:49
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2. |
Cider Holiday
04:25
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OH we’ll leave our tired and weary homes
And we’ll sail away across the foam
Along the west wind's merry breeze
To the land of pasties, scrump and cheese
Into Brizzle station
At quarter after four
Straight up to the seven stars
There's history in the rafters
Sawdust on the floor
And a sign above the bar
Says "arr ooh arr, arr ooh ay, let's drink cider"
Every day with fresh wind in our sails
We’ll roll out on those ancient trails
To the Dorset coast, in a cider shed
We'll get completely off our heads
Then it’s on to Buckfast Abbey
Pay Devon our respects
Electrified we'll jump into the car
To a cottage out in Dartmoor
We'll dance around the fire
And swim out in the stars
Cho: Arr ooh Arr
Arr ooh Ay
Let's drink Cider
Every day
And we will get what we desire
And we will set the the night on fire
To show the way
Cider Holiday
To a shanty sing in Boscastle
The table’s set the Nap is full
Grab a pint pull up a chair
You won't believe what's waiting there
For you know it’s smokey bastard
And all the skimmity lads
Seven verses into old maui
And good old Jamer turnip
A twinkle in his eye
He turns and says to thee
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3. |
The Rodney Rocket
03:14
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Oh my name is ray from rodney
And sure I'm here to tell ye
The day we had a ring a ding ding
The day I got my pilot wings
LCBO, Drop the hammer down
They call me Ray from Rodney,
I am the liquor now
I took a swig of liquor
Feeling kinda dickered
The boys they gave me courage
So I took off with a flourish
To hear the buggers tell it
Sure I nearly lost my helmet
The speed were something savage
But I kept er out of the cabbage
With my vision getting shifty
I spilled me quart of 50
I hit the accelerator
Sayin' ARR I'll lick 'er up later
With another little tipple
Sure I was gettin' gibbled
The wind began to whistle
And I took off like a missile
So drop the flag and clock it
I am the rodney Rocket
I've never had such fun as I
Had roaring up into the sky
But nothing lasts forever
And friends are friends no more
That fine old redneck armchair
Lies dickered on the floor
The doctor says I gotta quit
The cans and quarts of beer
And so the journey forward
Is looking pretty clear
But when the nights are cold and dark
And hours roll away
I think of all the good times
We had that winter's day
So carve it on the marble boys
When I am in the ground
They call me ray from Rodney,
I am the liquor now!
So if ya wanna see me
Just come on down to Rodney
We'll have a grand old hullaballoo
And when it's done I'll take ya to the
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4. |
Problem
03:38
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Hey
You're riding out through the day
You wanna drink on the way
You wanna stand up and play
But there's a problem
You got a hole in the floor
It’s from the second world war
Frozen up to the core
There’s a
Drinkin whiskey for warmth
At seven o clock in the morn
As Damien leans on the horn
You got a
Just when you think you're away
Just when you think it's OK
You know what he's gonna say
You head on into the night
Past the river of lights
You never pass on the right
'cause there's a
Into the heart of the storm
To where the devil was born
The waters rising and warm
There’s a
This 'aint no plug and play
They live like this every day
Don't fucking get in the way
Of the
So get your final release
Up in the belly of the beast
Young man, go East
Nie mój cyrk. Nie moje małpy
Nie mój cyrk. Nie moje małpy
Fajka, Laska, piwo, kapusta
say it again, Zajebiście kurwa!
GO
Into the morning snow
At 27 below
With all the spirits that flow
In your veins that still know
History never lies
Turn your back to the sky
To the sky
To the sky
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5. |
Brisbane Harbour
02:23
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Prick your finger it is done
Turn your face into the sun
Roll er out and spread her wings
The time has come for better things
Down to Brisbane Harbour
Face the cold and bitter spray
Strain yer muscles pine away
For the day we go ashore
To see the faces we adore
Right down in Brisbane Harbour
Jump up! Jack! Get down!
Heave away ya capstan bullies
All aboard the flying Jenny
Down to Brisbane Harbour
Liza fair and judy lee
Balancing upon your knee
Gin and whiskey flowing free
A gentle breeze from off the sea right
Down in Brisbane Harbour
But boys I know you are aware
Queensland girls are fierce and fair
That pretty hand upon your knee
Could be the last thing that you see
In good old Brisbane Harbour
Leviathan was on the deep
Around us nightly he would creep
Rose up like a bugaboo
And smashed a gunwale clean in two
Down to Brisbane Harbour
Huxley got him on his side
Dragged him round upon the tide
But he snatched up clean away
And lived to prowl another day
Down to Brisbane harbour
Coral sea is rolling strong
West wind batters us along
When upon the morning light
Fair Moreton island hoves in sight
Down to Brisbane Harbour
Eleven weeks from Plymouth town
To the horn and straight around
But neither wind nor rolling tide
Can match the danger here inside
Of Good Old Brisbane Harbour
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6. |
Battleford 1885
02:10
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Say the name, Walking the sky
And we'll never know the reason why
Eight men on a Battleford wall
Sing to the sun as the trap doors fall
Free, just like a red winged blackbird
Free, just like a red winged blackbird
Wandering spirit took his shot
Tom Quinn deserved all the lead he got
Little Bear and Miserable Man
Standing guard over sacred land
Free, just like a red winged blackbird
Free, just like a red winged blackbird
Eight dead by the red sunset
But they won't back down
And they won't forget
To the shame of powerful men
Ol’ Whiskey Jack's gonna rise again
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7. |
The Storm
03:49
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Safe under covers tonight, faces happy and bright
There by the old fire light it is warm
But we are the darkening clouds, we are the gathering swarm
We are, We are
the Storm
You built your towers
On backbroken bowery sailors
On mothers and fathers
Still howling for their second-born
We took the keys from your jailor
His body is festering torn
We are, we are
The Storm
These bodies came out of the soil, Ripped out of gypsum and oil
All just yours to spoil, and deform
But now this old galleon rolls, galloping straight round the horn
We are, we are
The Storm
So it's haul away comrades, ropes over blistering shoulders
As the wind shakes the barley and howls on straight through the corn
There'll be no forgiveness tonight, only fair Zillah's red thorn
For We are, We are
The Storm
So it's haul away comrades, ropes over blistering shoulders
As the wind shakes the barley, and howls on straight through the corn
And we aren't gonna STOP, till we are satisfied soldier
Rich men, big men, fattened up, happy, reborn
And so the wheel comes round again
And we’re safe by the fire so warm
We are, we are
The storm
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8. |
Vicki's Polka
03:52
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At the Raceway Park in Toledo
In the summer of '74
Billy k said I didn't have it in me
So I marched right across the floor
And the band played who stole the keeshka
And your emerald eyes shone bright
And with a wink to Billy K
I turned to you to say
Hey Vicki, let's polka tonight
Do you remember Brighton Beach hot dogs?
Do you remember the Rhode Island Reds?
Do you remember that night at Kochanski's
When they put a golden crown on your head
We saw Frankie in old Cincinnati
Under those big blue lights
And when your skies were grey
I'd turn to you to say
Hey Vicki, let's polka tonight
(c'mon girl!)
And the years rolled on so sweetly
But the music around us changed
And when our kids felt sad and lonely
I said you've only that music to blame
Because fashions rise and fall, dear
But polka will never die
And soon enough we knew
They'd stand in front of you
Saying vicki, let's polka tonight
Then came the year of our lord 2020
We didn't know it would happen so soon
They wouldn't let me say goodbye to you
They wouldn't even let me into the room
But now my days are nearly over
And I'm heading for those pearly lights
I'll know I'm IN the proper place
When I SEE your pretty face
hey Vicki, let's polka tonight
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9. |
Scrumpy-O
03:34
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Sit yourself down at the base of the tree
Join a tradition that's older than you and me
Than you and me
Come on and pass round the two handled mug
Poured from the depths of the sacred
Little brown jug
Little brown jug
Will you fill your pint?
Will you claim your right?
Will you keep up the fight?
To the diamonds and pearls
To the flag unfurled
To the End of the world
A sisterhood bold and a brotherhood true
We don't need nothing at all
From the corporate blue
From the corporate blue
Let 'em drink up their sweet
Penitentiary wine
'Aint no industrial shit in this love of mine
This love of mine
Will you fill your pint?
Will you claim your right?
Will you keep up the fight?
To the diamonds and pearls
To the flag unfurled
To the End of the world
So lay down the rest and
Join up the crew
Hark to the sound of the old Gods calling you
They're calling you
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10. |
Tuika
04:28
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11. |
Dusty Ground
03:09
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The dogs are moaning low
The moon is in the sky
The bay-by in his bed
Gives a little cry
He knows the dirty secret
We never pass around
We're all just water on the dusty ground
The sky’s a burning crimson
From fires in the west
The rich man's running for
The isles of the blessed
As Jimmy fells the timber
That never makes a sound
We're all just water on the dusty ground
Tulloo! tullay! The reaper's on the way!
He's sitting in the corner, he's coming out to play
Nobody gives a toss, so stand your final round
We're all just water on the dusty ground
There's children blown to pieces
By madmen in the sky
And warlords gathering
With deserts in their eyes
Jesus may be sacred
But the devil is profound
We're all just water on the dusty ground
When the day is over
That's Jimmy at the bar
Drowning sorrows
In his meagre little jar
Recalls the little secret
We never pass around
We're all just water on the dusty ground
The farmer at the soil
The soldier one the line
The lovesick jerry singing
Darling clementine
The lady in the country
The courtesan in town
They're all just water on the dusty ground
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12. |
Bold Reilly
02:45
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13. |
Roll and Go
03:41
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The shadows play upon us
The candle flickers free
Oh brothers, hear me now
So when you're drawn and wasted upon
The wretched sea
Will you wish that you were back behind the plough?
We are the 47
Who sail in the morn
Oh brothers hear me now
So gather round beside me
And face towards the horn
And listen for that far off distant sound
And through the night, The thunder rolls
The dimmest light, Down in our souls
The final draw, From the flowing bowl
Come the dawn, We Roll and Go
Now this 'aint the finest brandy
This ain't Lord Burton's Gin
Oh brothers hear me now
But it soothes the restless spirit
Who never may again
Feel himself upon the solid ground
There is a desperate fire
That keeps us all awake
Oh brothers hear me now
But we all know there's
Only so much more of this to take
Before the sun arises off the bow
Hear me now
So to the 47
And to the rolling blue
Oh, Brothers heave away
I've never known a finer bunch
Of bully lads than you
And we'll be back some fine and lucky day
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