Cita II
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Cuando trabajas en ciencia tienes que escribir sobre cosas que nadie sabe
con palabras que todo el mundo sea capaz de entender. Al escribir poesía
estas ...
Bueno, para conmemorar la entrada número 100 del blog, vamos con algo de música, aunque podría haber sido una entrada de cualquier cosa: para celebrar que por fin llega el verano, o que parece que las cosas vuelven a ir de puta madre y nos olvidamos de los malos momentos, pero hoy vamos con un poquito de música, un grupo que ya lleva bastante años en la música, pero que se agradece que saquen discos así, que te hagan recordar la música que escuchábamos y que pensamos que se había perdido. Punk-rock del bueno, de la escuela norteña, jejejejeje
Hoy parece que tengo el día Parabellum. ¿Qué decir sobre este grupo? todo lo que se nos ocurra se puede definir en pocos términos, pero concisos: grandes, increibles, históricos, una referencia del punk-rock durante varias decadas en el panorama español.
Por eso creo que recordarles un poquito no viene nunca mal.
Y para acabar un video-clip que sacaron allá por el 92 del siglo pasado
Pues bien, ya hemos empezado la semana, y aunque ya hemos pasado el lunes aun queda todo el resto, por eso no hay nada como un poquito de música para animar el espíritu y que se haga más corta
Para hoy elegimos, Dropkick Murphys, Floggin Molly y The Bloody irish boys
Tim Finnegan lived in Watling Street, A gentle Irishman - Mighty Odd - He'd a beautiful brogue So rich and sweet, to rise in the world He carried a hod, You see He'd sort of a Trippling way: with love for a liquor Poor Tim was born, to help him on with His work each day, He'd a drop of the Craythor every morn'
One morning Tim was rather full, his head felt Heavy, which made him shake, fell from the Ladder and broke his skull, so they carried Him home, his corpse to wake, rolled Him up in a nice clean sheet, and laided Him upon the bed, A bottle of Whiskey At his feet, and a gallon of Porter At his head
chorus: And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your Partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake Wasn't it the truth I told Ye Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake
His friends assembled at his wake And Missus Finnegan called for lunch First they brought in tea and cake Then pipes, tobacco and Whiskey Punch Biddy OBrien begged to cry, such a Nice clean corpse did you see Arrah hold your gob see Paddy Magee
chorus:
Then O Connor took up the job "Arrah!" Biddy says she Ye're wrong I'm Sure, Biddy then gave her a belt on The gob and left her sprawling on the Floor, there the war did soon engage Woman to Woman and Man to Man Shillelah-law was all the rage, an A Row and a Ruction soon began Mickey Maloney raised his head when a bottle Of Whiskey flew at him, it missed him falling on The Bed, the liquor scattered over Tim, Tim Revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed Whirl your Whisky around like blazes Tonamondeal, do ye think I'm dead
Come all you gallant heroes, And along with me combined I'll sing a song, it won't take long, Of the Fighting Sixty Ninth They're a band of men brave, stout and bold, From Ireland they came And they have a leader to the fold, And Cocoran was his name
It was in the month of April, When the boys they sailed away And they made a sight so glorious, As they marched along Broadway They marched right down Broadway, me boys, Until they reached the shore And from there they went to Washington, And straight unto the war
Chorus: So we gave them a hearty cheer, me boys, It was greeted with a smile Singing here's to the boys who feared no noise, We're the Fighting Sixty Ninth
And when the war is said and done, May heaven spare our lives For its only then we can return, To our loved ones and our wives We'll take them in our arms, me boys, For a long night and a day And we'll hope that war will come no more, To sweet America
Chorus:
So farewell unto you dear New York, Will I e'er see you once more For it fills my heart with sorrow, To leave your sylvan shore But the country now it is calling us, And we must hasten fore So here's to the stars and stripes, me boys, And to Ireland's lovely shore
And here's to Murphy and Devine, Of honour and renown Who did escort our heroes, Unto the battle ground And said unto our colonel, We must fight hand to hand Until we plant the stars and stripes, Way down in Dixieland
Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Five hundred years like Gelignite Have blown us all to hell What savior rests while on his cross we die "Forgotten Freedom Burns" Has the Shepard led his lambs astray to the bigot and the gun
Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies
I watch and stare as Rosin`s eyes Turn a darker shade of red And the bullet with this sniper lie In their bloody gutless cell Must we starve on crumbs from long ago Through these bars these men made steel Is it a great or little thing we fought Knelt the conscience blessed to kill
Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies
Ah, but maybe it`s the way you were taught Or maybe it`s the way we fought But a smile never grins without tears to begin For each kiss is a cry we all lost Though nothing is left to gain But for the banshee that stole the grave Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies
I sit in and dwell on faces past Like memories seem to fade No colour left but black and white And soon will all turn grey But may these shadows rise to walk again With lessons truly learnt When the blossom flowers in each our hearts Shall beat a new found flame
Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies
Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Five hundred years like Gelignite Have blown us all to hell What savior rests while on his cross we die "Forgotten Freedom Burns" Has the Shepard led his lambs astray to the bigot and the gun
Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies
I watch and stare as Rosin`s eyes Turn a darker shade of red And the bullet with this sniper lie In their bloody gutless cell Must we starve on crumbs from long ago Through these bars these men made steel Is it a great or little thing we fought Knelt the conscience blessed to kill
Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies
Ah, but maybe it`s the way you were taught Or maybe it`s the way we fought But a smile never grins without tears to begin For each kiss is a cry we all lost Though nothing is left to gain But for the banshee that stole the grave Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies
I sit in and dwell on faces past Like memories seem to fade No colour left but black and white And soon will all turn grey But may these shadows rise to walk again With lessons truly learnt When the blossom flowers in each our hearts Shall beat a new found flame
Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess Singin' drunken lullabies
Para quien no conozca al grupo, decir que es una banda formada hacia 1996 en Boston en el típico de trabajadores irlandeses. Combinan diferentes tipos de música como punk-rock, folk irlandés, celtic-punk, vamos, un estilo propio.
Tessie is the Royal Rooters rally cry Tessie is the song they always sung Tessie echoed April through October nights After serenading Stahl, Dineen and Young Tessie is a maiden with the sparkling eyes Tessie is a maiden with the love She doesn't know the meaning of her sight She's got a comment full of love And sometimes when the game is on the line Tessie always carried them away Up the road from Third Base to Huntington The boys will always sing and sway
Two! Three! Four!
Tessie, Nuff Ced McGreevy shouted We're not here to mess around Boston, you know we love you madly Hear the crowd roar to your sound Don't blame us if we ever doubt you You know we couldn't live without you Tessie, you are the only, only, only
The Rooters showed up at the Grounds one day They found their seats had all been sold McGreevy led the charge into the park Stormed the gates and put the game on hold The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright Boston's tenth man could not be wrong Up from Third Base to Huntington They sang another victory song
Two! Three! Four!
Tessie, Nuff Ced McGreevy shouted We're not here to mess around Boston, you know we love you madly Hear the crowd roar to your sound Don't blame us if we ever doubt you You know we couldn't live without you Tessie, you are the only, only, only
The Rooters gave the other team a dreadful fright Boston's tenth man could not be wrong Up from Third Base to Huntington They sang another victory song
Two! Three! Four!
Tessie, Nuff Ced McGreevy shouted We're not here to mess around Boston, you know we love you madly Hear the crowd roar to your sound Don't blame us if we ever doubt you You know we couldn't live without you Boston, you are the only, only, only Don't blame us if we ever doubt you You know we couldn't live without you Red Sox, you are the only, only, only
Murphy, Murphy, darling dear I long for you now night and day Your pain was my pleasure, your sorrow my joy I feel now I've lost you to health and good cheer Darcy, when I met you I was five years too young A boy beyond his age, or so I'd tell someone Anyone who'd listen and a few who couldn't care Still I welcomed you with open arms, my love I did share
Darcy, Darcy darling dear, You left me dying, crying there In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer I fell for you my darling dear
You shut me off and you showed me the door But you always came crawling back begging me for more I showed you kindness, a stool, and a tab Then you poured me my pain in a dirty glass (Yeah, you left him bloody, battered, penniless, and poor) You know, I often stopped and wondered how you made it through my door With my brother's new non-duplicate registry ID Well you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me.
Darcy, Darcy darling dear, You left me dying, crying there In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer I fell for you my darling dear
You weren't the first to court me mister you won't be the last Oh, sure I wasn't honey, I know all about your past Listen to the big shot with his pager on call You spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall (Yeah, you got him high, but you left him low) Mind you own business, boy, how was I to know That he was just a fiend and a no-good cheat Well it's all in the past bitch 'cause now I've got it beat.
Darcy, Darcy darling dear, You left me dying, crying there In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer I fell for you my darling dear
