det_mike_logan (det_mike_logan) wrote,

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Better Late Than Never

In Answer To Liv -

Really, I think I've gotten happily plastered to almost every song out there...although Tom Waits' "The Piano Has Been Drinking" and Mojo Nixon's "Are You Drinking With Me, Jesus?" are particular favorites - I mean, who doesn't love:
"Are you drinkin' with me Jesus
I can't see you very clear
If you're drinkin' with me Jesus
Won't you buy a friend a beer?

Should we take a taxi, Jesus
Should we try to walk from here
I know you can walk on water
But can you walk on this much beer?"

Just for the record, I don't just claim Irish, I practically bleed it. My overzealous uncle participated in that blood test they did, and yes, our branch of Logans are part of the 2% of the New York Irish descended from Niall the High King, just like my Gran claimed. I'm still not sold on the Tuatha de Dannan story, but she, at least, was right off the boat from Meath, still living in the shadow of the hill of Tara.

So, instead of a soundtrack of songs I drink to, I give you the songs I sing when I'm feeling Irish and drunk...
1) Molly Malone - "In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I first set me eyes on sweet Molly Malone, as she wheeled her barrow, through streets broad and narrow, crying cockles and mussles, alive, alive-o"

2) The Hills of Greenmore - "As we flew o'er the hills, 'twas a beautiful sight/ There was dogs black and yellow, there was dogs black and bright/Now she took to the black bank for to try them once more/Oh it was her last ride o'er the hills of Greenmore."

3)Green Grows the Laurel - "Green grows the laurel and soft falls the dew/ Sorry am I, love, I´m parted with you/Sorry am I, love, contented must be/ She loves another far better than me."

4) The False Bride - "I once loved a lass, and I loved her so well/I hated all others who spoke of her ill/Ah, but she has rewarded me well for my time/For she's gone and she's married another"

5)The Dark-Eyed Sailor - "As I rode out one evening fair/it being summertime, to take the air/I saw a sailor and a maiden fair/And I stood to listen/Oh, I stood to listen/To hear what they would say."

Now the two that go above and beyond this list?
First, the Pogues. Anything by the Pogues. It goes without saying almost. If you can get someone to sing it with you, Fairytale of New York is especially pleasing - "The boys of the NYPD choir/Were singing "Galway Bay"/And the bells were ringing out/For Christmas day"

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

The other? Why of course, it's the ultimate St. Pat's lament - "It's Not Easy Being Green" Oh, yeah, you know it.
Tags: friday 5, st. pat's

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