Friday Night – Jukebox (21/6/13)

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That emblem is a bit swastika-like…….

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin’
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said “Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya”
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly’s chamber
Takin’ my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey…
Oh-oh, ya
Now some men like a fishin’, but some men like the fowlin’
Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin’
But me, I like sleepin’, `specially in my Molly’s chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya

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I Can’t Remember Anything
Can’t Tell If this Is True or Dream
Deep down Inside I Feel to Scream
this Terrible Silence Stops Me
Now That the War Is Through with Me
I’m Waking up I Can Not See
That There’s Not Much Left of Me
Nothing Is Real but Pain Now

Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me

Back in the Womb its Much Too Real
in Pumps Life That I must Feel
but Can’t Look Forward to Reveal
Look to the Time When I’ll Live
Fed Through the Tube That Sticks in Me
Just like a Wartime Novelty
Tied to Machines That Make Me Be
Cut this Life off from Me

Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me

Now the World Is Gone I’m Just One
Oh God,help Me Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God Help Me

Darkness

Imprisoning Me
All That I See
Absolute Horror
I Cannot Live
I Cannot Die
Trapped in Myself
Body My Holding Cell

Landmine

Has Taken My Sight
Taken My Speech
Taken My Hearing
Taken My Arms
Taken My Legs
Taken My Soul
Left Me with Life in Hell

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmvG2ZiPfoo

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So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
and nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don’t just say
and nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn’t be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters

Have a grand weekend everyone!!

Cheers to the Winter Solstice!!

Winter Solstice Info

It’s “brass monkey” weather. Here’s why:

In Case You Forgot

CANNON BALLS!!!
It was necessary to keep a good supply of cannon balls near the cannon on old war ships. But how to prevent them from rolling about the deck was the problem. The storage method devised was to stack them as a square based pyramid, with one ball on top, resting on four, resting on nine, which rested on sixteen.
Thus, a supply of 30 cannon balls could be stacked in a small area right next to the cannon. There was only one problem — how to prevent the bottom layer from sliding/rolling from under the others.
The solution was a metal plate with 16 round indentations, called, for reasons unknown, a Monkey. But if this plate were made of iron, the iron balls would quickly rust to it. The solution to the rusting problem was to make them of brass – hence, BrassMonkeys.
Few landlubbers realize that brass contracts much more and much faster than iron when chilled.
Consequently, when the temperature dropped too far, the brass indentations would shrink so much that the iron cannon balls would come right off the monkey.
Thus, it was quite literally, cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. And all this time, most folks thought that was just a vulgar expression?
You must send this fabulous bit of historical knowledge to at least a few intellectual friends.

WINTER SOLSTICE BEER & FIRE NIGHT AWAITS……

Coopers Dark Ale 375ml coopers-original-pale-ale-1

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– BDL1983

Saturday Night Motörhead – Jukebox (15/6/13)

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Well there ain’t no other woman
that can make me feel this way,
Gets up close you know, I just ain’t got a word to say.

PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
I shake so much,
PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
I shake so much.

I don’t know why she’s got her claws in me,
‘Cause I ain’t fighting baby, can’t you see,
Sneaking up the stairway, running like a thief,
Spend the night shaking like a leaf,
Oh I remember the first time I took her to a cheap motel,
Well I woke up drunk, you know I felt like Eskimo Nell.

PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
I shake so much,
PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
I shake so much.

Well I get so nervous when I see his eyes that shine,
Gets too close and a chill runs down my spine.

PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
I shake so much,
PLEASE DON’T TOUCH
I shake so much.

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Listen to these fuckin’ loud too!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snyjRd93HBs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1R2bgMBVFI

Now my ears feel better!!

– BDL1983

Friday Night – Jukebox (14/6/13)

Fortress

FORTRESS (Australian RAC)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xm1wmw_NBR4

Southern Stars above my head.
My homeland, the ground beneath my feet.
Yet our blood flows from a northern land,
The essence of our young country!

Little more than two hundred years,
We have walked upon this ground,
But the sacrifice of so many sons
Commands our sworn duty to keep it ours!

(chorus)
Ancient descent to a land anew,
Southern birth-Northern soul!
A spirit forged under a sky so blue,
Southern birth-Northern soul!

Can you hear the beat of the drum?
The star of the southern must rise once more!
And blood will stain on the wattle,
This time the battle to be fought upon your soil!

Only from our past can we claim a future
And we must fight like never before.
The finest hour for the sons of the cross
Will be the end of peace and we march to war!

(chorus)

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Above: Fortress

There’s no peaceful way out of this mess. We’ve offered solutions, we’ve done our best! We’re attacked from all sides, our voice drowned out! The flame now burns a beacon in the crowd!

Within the hearts of all true men, a pride that can’t be tamed. A rite of passage begins, a holy war we’ll wage!

In the fires of our rage!

Government oppression, our people are led. Like lambs to the slaughter, we fight for freedom and bread. Our struggle reborn, anger set alight. The white resistance, blood and soil-Our sacrifice!

Smouldering resentment grows higher than the flame. It burns away all forgiveness, our whole world set ablaze!

In the fires of our rage!

Inflamed by the white heat of hate, no-one untouched in the fires of rage!

Do you swing to the right or swing to the left? We ask not, you’ll swing by the neck, there’s too much to stake. They’ll be no recompense for our children’s future, our races existence!

They brewed a melting pot that
scalds us with the shame,
that we allowed this to happen
Now we’re forced to fan the flames…

…of the fires of our rage!

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SKREWDRIVER

Look to the future, outlaw
The storm is coming now, race war
The skies darken as night falls
The battle’s coming now, your race calls

We’ll carry on the fight ’til the day we die
Against the people that would kill us for the flags we fly
We wont surrender, we wont give in
We’ll fight the fight and we will win, now!

(chorus)
Stand up beside us and we’ll have our day
Stand up against us get out of our way

The tensions rising, the flood grows
The banks are bursting, overflow
Here it comes now, tidal wave
God help our people now, mass graves

Join the battle, join the few
Stand up for your race and your nation too
We know the traitors are in our midst
But now they’re running like the others did

(chorus)

People to the left, people to the right
People in the middle that don’t wanna fight
Traitors fight against us, showdown
People in the middle get knocked down

We fight for freedom, we fight to win
The colour of our uniform, is the colour of our skin
We’ve got the power, we’ve got the pride
When we get the unity, it’s alright!

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 – BDL1983

Friday Night – Jukebox (7/6/13)

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Johnny Cash – Info

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6jgkeJBvrk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwOEFRO3l1Y

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lWsuVuw5JO4

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If you don’t like it – Swivel on it Fuckers!! ha haha

And to finish this small Jukebox selection off: a fine ‘lil Irish Tune to get ya goin’! A few pints of Guinness and you’ll be dancing and tappin’ the night away!!

Van+Morrison

I’ll tell me Ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone.
They’ll pull my hair, they stole my comb,
Well that’s alright till I go home.

[Chorus]
She is handsome. She is pretty.
She is the bell of Belfast City.
She is courtin’ one, two, three.
Please won’t you tell me, who is she?

Albert Mooney say’s he loves her.
All the boy’s are fighting for her.
They knock at the door and ring at the bell
Sayin’ “Oh my true love, are you well”?
Out she comes as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Ole Jenny Murray says she’ll die
If you don’t get the fella
With the roving eye.

Let the wind and the rain and hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky,
She’s as nice as apple pie.
She’ll get her own lad by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
She won’t tell her Ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.

I’ll tell me Ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone.
They’ll pull my hair, they stole my comb,
Well that’s alright till I go home.

Peace Maaaan! As a stinkin’ hippie would say! Ha ha ha

– BDL1983

Van’s “The Man”!!

Fuck everything…. Relax, have a damn beer! It’s Friday night!

Forget about the J double O’s for a while………..

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Van Info

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0DJ8hWgNes

Into The Mystic – Lyrics

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don’t have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don’t have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic
Come on girl…

Too late to stop now…

Van+Morrison++78

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ae7Eix2s0zw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciK2n2MebTU

Cleaning Windows – Lyrics

Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street
Got in my nose
As we carried our ladders down the street
With the wrought-iron gate rows
I went home and listened to jimmie rodgers in my lunch-break
Bought five woodbines at the shop on the corner
And went straight back to work.

Oh, sam was up on top
And I was on the bottom with the v
We went for lemonade and paris buns
At the shop and broke for tea
I collected from the lady
And I cleaned the fanlight inside-out
I was blowing saxophone on the weekend
In that down joint.

What’s my line?
Im happy cleaning windows
Take my time
Ill see you when my love grows
Baby don’t let it slide
Im a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six)

I heard leadbelly and blind lemon
On the street where I was born
Sonny terry, brownie mcghee,
Muddy waters singin Im a rolling stone
I went home and read my christmas humphreys book on zen
Curiosity killed the cat
Kerouacs dharma bums and on the road

What’s my line?
Im happy cleaning windows
Take my time
Ill see you when my love grows
Baby don’t let it slide
Im a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows…

Ahhhh….. If you don’t like those 2 great songs there’s something wrong with you!!!!

He aint called Van “The Man” for nothin’!!

-BDL1983