(PSN)makrisbrik Posted March 17, 2016 Share Posted March 17, 2016 Just now, WolfmanX9 said: Since it was my birthday yesterday, how about a song to celebrate it? Sure. Belated Happy birthday!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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OverlordMcGeek Posted March 17, 2016 Share Posted March 17, 2016 (edited) DA VINCI'S NOTEBOOK Another Irish Drinking Song Lyrics Gather 'round ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while, and harken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle. Let's all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone, and lift our voices in another Irish drinkin' song. Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox, me brother drank the whiskey 'till he wound up in a box. Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise, me sister has forever closed her smilin' Irish eyes. (Chorus) Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried, we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again. Ken was killed in Kilkenny and Claire she died in Clare, Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air. Shannon jumped into the river Shannon back in June, Ernie fell into the Erne and Tom is in the Toome. "Cleanliness is godliness," me Uncle Pat would sing, he broke his neck a-slippin' on a bar of Irish Spring. O'Grady he was eighty, 'tho his bride was just a pup, he died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up (OI!). (Chorus) Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried, we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again. <Hockey fight tune> Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the cliffs of Alderney, he took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen. Crazy Uncle Mike thought he was a leprechaun, but in fact he's just a leper and his arms and legs are gone. When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin' shame, he wasn't really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame. MacNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit, but he was just a Scotsman so nobody gave a S#&$ (OCH!). (Chorus) Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried, we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again. <Hava Nagila> Ole!! Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar, the road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car. Irony was what befell me Great Grand Uncle Sam, He choked upon the very last potato in the land. Connor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms, until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms. And dear old Father Flanagan who left the Lord's employ, drunk on sacramental wine beneath the altar boy (HEY!). (Chorus) Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried, we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again. Someday soon I'll leave this world of pain and toil and sin, the Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin. Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you, He kills the cast of Riverdance and Michael Flatley too. (Chorus) Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried, we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again. Edited March 17, 2016 by OverlordMcGeek Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Dreddeth Posted March 24, 2016 Share Posted March 24, 2016 Men of Harlech stop your dreaming Can't you see their spear-points gleaming See their warrior banners streaming To this battlefield Men of Harlech stand ye steady It cannot be ever said ye For the battle were not ready Welshmen will not yield From the hills rebounding Let this war-cry sounding Summon all at Cambria's call The mighty force surrounding Men of Harlech on to glory This will ever be your story Keep these burning words before ye Welshmen never yield Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Imaru Posted March 24, 2016 Share Posted March 24, 2016 Limelight, By Rush Spoiler Living on a lighted stage Approaches the unreal For those who think and feel In touch with some reality Beyond the gilded cage Cast in this unlikely role Ill-equipped to act With insufficient tact One must put up barriers To keep oneself intact [Chorus:] Living in the limelight The universal dream For those who wish to seem Those who wish to be Must put aside the alienation Get on with the fascination The real relation The underlying theme Living in a fish eye lens Caught in the camera eye I have no heart to lie I can't pretend a stranger Is a long-awaited friend All the world's indeed a stage And we are merely players Performers and portrayers Each another's audience Outside the gilded cage [Chorus] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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