DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 13): V.A. ROCKS YOUR LIVER – VERBAL ABUSE

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 13)

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V.A. ROCKS YOUR LIVER

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VON

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VERBAL ABUSE

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STUDIO 1986:

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Two kegs of Budweiser sitting on the table,
Handfull of people ready to drink
Got a fifth of Tequilla, gallon of gin,
Now the party’s started so let’s begin

V.A. rocks your liver!

Booze goes down, very few left
Kicking out the jams with all of my friends
Morning’s rolling in, sun coming up,
Now I need some booze in my cup

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DIE BESTEN BALLADEN DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 7): LULLABY OF LONDON – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN BALLADEN DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 7)

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LULLABY OF LONDON

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1988:

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DEMO 1986:

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As I walked down by the riverside
One evening in the spring
Heard a long gone song
From days gone by
Blown in on the great North wind
Though there is no lonesome corncrake’s cry
Or sorrow and delight
You can hear the cars
And the shouts from bars
And the laughter and the fights

May the ghosts that howled
Round the house at night
Never keep you from your sleep
May they all sleep tight
Down in hell tonight
Or where ever they may be

As I walked on with a heavy heart
Then a stone danced on the tide
And the song went on
Though the lights were gone
And the North wind gently sighed
And an evening breeze coming from the East
That kissed the riverside
So I pray now child that you sleep tonight
When you hear this lullaby

May the wind that blows from haunted graves
Never bring you misery
May the angels bright
Watch you tonight
And keep you while you sleep

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 10): WAXIE’S DARGLE – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 10)

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WAXIE’S DARGLE

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1984:

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LIVE 1986:

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Says my aul‘ wan to your aul‘ wan
„Will ye go to the Waxies dargle?“
Says your aul‘ wan to my aul‘ wan,
„Sure I haven’t got a farthing.
I went down to Monto town
To see uncle McArdle
But he wouldn’t give me a half a crown
For to go to the Waxies dargle.

What’ll you have? I’ll have a pint
I’ll have a pint with you, sir,
And if one of you doesn’t order soon
We’ll be chucked out of the boozer.

Says my aul‘ wan to your aul‘ wan
„Will ye go to the Galway races?“
Says your aul‘ wan to my aul‘ wan,
„With the price of my aul‘ lad’s braces“
I went down to Capel Street
To the Jewish moneylenders
But they wouldn’t give me a couple of bob on
My aul‘ wan’s lad’s suspenders.

Says my aul‘ wan to your aul‘ wan
„We’ve got no beef nor mutton
But if we go down to Monto town
We’ll get a drink for nuttin'“
Here’s a piece of sound advice
Got from an aul‘ fishmonger:
„When the food is scarce and you see the hearse
Then you’ll know you’ve died of hunger.“

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DIE BESTEN BALLADEN DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 2): A RAINY NIGHT IN SOHO – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN BALLADEN DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 2)

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A RAINY NIGHT IN SOHO

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THE POGUES

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VIDEO 1986:

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LIVE 1987:

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I’ve been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I’ve cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there’s a light I hold before me
And you’re the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you talking in my head
I’m not talking for the future
I’m not dreaming of the past
I’m not talking of the first time
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there’s a light I hold before me
You’re the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

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DIE BESTEN SONGTEXTE (TEIL 5): 99 KÄSTEN BIER – PART TIME PUNX

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DIE BESTEN SONGTEXTE

(TEIL 5)

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99 KÄSTEN BIER

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VON

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PART TIME PUNX

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https://youtu.be/w86uFrmVzt8

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99 Kästen Bier
Stehen plötzlich vor der Tür
Die müssen wohl vom Himmel sein
Denke ich und stürz‘ mich rein.
Ich mach‘ die erste Flasche auf
Und hau‘ sie mir auch gleich in Bauch.
Dann ist der erste Kasten leer,
Und schon muß dann der zweite her.

Es klingelt plötzlich an der Tür
Ich schwank‘ im Zimmer hin und her
Es ist mein Kumpel, der da steht
Der merkt sofort, wie’s mir geht.
Seine Leber fängt auch schon an zu schrein,
Er haut sich auch ’ne Flasche rein.
Dann gehen uns die Lichter aus,
Mein Kumpel sieht schon ’ne weiße Maus.

Jetzt sind die Kästen alle leer
Wir beiden sagen gar nichts mehr.
Meine Mutter, die uns beide fand,
Kotzte erst ‚mal an die wand.
Sie holt gleich den Doktor her,
Wir beide rührten uns nicht mehr.
Die sind wohl alle voll im Tran,
sagte der Doktor, der gleich kam.
Ich machte meine Äuglein auf
und schüttete mir noch ’nen Whisky drauf.

Chorus:
99 Kästen Bier
Sind das Allerliebste mir.
Ich sauf‘ mir noch meine Leber tot,
Meine dicke Nase ist schon ganz rot.
Meine Mutter fängt immer an zu schrein,
Junge, laß das Saufen sein
Doch mir ist das alles scheißegal,
Sterben tun wir alle mal

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