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Arthur McBride
02:50
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I had a first cousin, one Arthur McBride
He and I took a stroll down by the seaside
A-seeking good fortune and what might betide
It was just as the day was dawning
Then after we rested we went for a tramp
We met Sergeant Harper and Corporal Cramp
Besides a wee drummer, who beat up for camp
With his roudy-dou-dou in the morning
He said "My young fellows, if you'd but enlist
It's a guinea I quickly shall press in your fist
Besides which a crown for to kick up the dust
And drink the King's health in the morning!"
Had we been such fools as to take the advance
for the wee bit of money we'd have to run chance
You you'd think it no scruple to send us to France
Where we would be killed in the morning
He said "My young fellows, if I hear one more word
I instantly now will out with my sword
And into your bodies as strength might afford
So now, my gay devils, take warning!"
But Arthur and I, we took in the odds
And we gave 'em no chance for to launch out their swords
Our whacking Shillelaghs came over their heads
And paid them right smart in the morning
As for the wee drummer, we rifled his pouch
And we made a football of his roudy dou-dou
And in to the ocean to rock and to roll
And bade it a tedious returning
As for the old rapiers that hung by their sides
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"To the Devil I pitch you," Says Arthur McBride,
"To temper your steel in the morning"
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2. |
Bad Brain Blues
02:54
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Sun's in the sky, but it don't shine, no it don't shine for me
Sun's in the sky, but it don't shine for me
Hey hey mama, what do you say
Makes no difference anyway
Sun's in the sky but it don't shine for me
The Girls are pretty, but they got no eyes, they ain't got no eyes for me
The Girls are pretty, but they got no eyes for me
Hey hey mama, what do you say
Makes no difference anyway
The Girls are pretty, but they got no eyes for me
The bees are buzzin', but the honey ain't sweet, no the noney ain't sweet to me
I said the bees are buzzin', but the honey ain't sweet to me
Hey hey mama, what do you say
Makes no difference anyway
The bees are buzzin', but the honey ain't sweet to me
The bottle's empty but I just can't, no I just can't get tight
I said the bottle's empty, but I just can't get tight
Hey hey mama, what do you say
Makes no difference anyway
The bottle's empty, but I just can't get tight, no sir.
The band is hot, but I don't care, no I don't care to dance
I know the band is hot, but I don't care to dance
Hey hey mama, what do you say
Makes no difference anyway
The band is hot, but I don't care to dance
Well I turn my key, but this ol' car, no this ol' car won't start
Lord knows I turn my key but this ol' car won't start
Hey hey mama, what do you say
Makes no difference anyway
I turn my key but this ol' car won't start
There's somethin' bad inside this brain, inside this brain o' mine
Oh Lord, there's somethin' bad inside this brain o' mine
Hey hey mama, what do you say
Makes no difference anyway
There's somethin' bad inside this brain o' mine
Ain't nothin' for it, but to sing them blues, but to sing them bad brain blues
Oh Lord, there ain't nothin' for it, but to sing them bad brain blues
Hey hey mama, what do you say
Makes no difference anyway
Nothin' for it, but to sing them bad brain blues
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3. |
If Wishes Were Horses
02:23
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I wish I had more money, I wish I had more time
I wish someone'd pay me every time I made it rhyme
I wish I had a better job, at least a better bed
I wish my baby didn't have to work so hard to keep us fed
I wish there was a pill to take to get me off my ass
I wish I had more follow-through, wish I'd stayed awake in class
But when all is said and done, my life it ain't so terrible
And if wishes were horses, the smell would be unbearable
I wish I was in better shape, I wish I'd learned to dance
I wish I could whisk my baby off for a week or two in France
I wish I had insurance, I wish Grandma wasn't dead
I wish something besides whiskey stopped the chatter in my head
I wish I could get off these meds and wander through the town
Without this fucking city grinding me into the ground
But when all is said and done, my life it ain't so terrible
And if wishes were horses, the smell would be unbearable
Yeah, when all is said and done, my life it ain't so terrible
And if wishes were horses, the smell would be unbearable
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Painless Parker Brooklyn, New York
Born under a barstool and raised by a pack of wild koalas, Painless Parker plays a mixed bag of country laments, sea shanties, murder ballads and classic rockers, filtered through a grimy, whiskey-stained punk lens. He's fluent in two languages, and can cuss in at least seventeen. He enjoys rabble-rousing, shindigging, booze drinking and merrymaking. ... more
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