| THE
RIVER BLUES |
| One
day on the river , I'd pain in my liver . |
| I'd
pain in my head , I wished I was dead . |
| I
made the head-dip , and tryd the back-flip. |
| The
river blues , the river blues . |
| My
soul is strong , it didn't go wrong . |
| I've
got no fear , and drank a beer . |
| As
I went under , I heard a thunder . |
| The
river blues , the river blues . |
| I
catched a eddy , and thought I was ready . |
| There
is no book , about those riskes I took . |
| There
rang a bell , and I woke up in hell. |
| The
river blues , the river blues . |
| You
attack those falls , than you need some balls . |
| As
I heard SNOCK , I kissed a rock . |
| Don,t
surrender , the river aint tender . |
| The
river blues , the river blues . |
|
(c) Destructor , Winnie the Pooh , Moustache-dip , Calimero , Cliffhanger en Het
feest van Beltrum . Mei 1998 .
THE
DRUNKEN LEGEND What
shall we do with a drunken legend, what shall we do with a drunken legend, what
shall we do with a drunken legend…early in the morning. Hey-ho
a drunken legend ( 3x)
Early in the morning Make
him a strong hot coffee (3x)
Early in the morning That’s
what we do with the drunken legend (3x)
Early in the morning Force
him to Harry-Barry (3x)
Early in the morning Put
him in a Tyfun till he’s sober (3x)
Early in the morning That’s
what we do with the drunken legend (3x)
Early in the morning First,
let him make a headdip (3x)
Early in the morning Make
him throw-up in an eddy (3x)
Early in the morning That’s
what we do with the drunken legend ( 3x)
Early in the morning
Forwertz
bratwurst till he’s swimming (3x)
Early in the morning That’s
what we do with the drunken legend (3x)
Early in the morning
(c)
Destructor. Mei 2001 |
| THE
WILD PADDLER |
| I've
been a wild paddler for many a year |
| And
I spend all my money on kayaks and beer |
| And
now I'm returning not broken but poor |
| And
I never will play the wild paddler no more |
| And
it's no , nay , never , no , nay , never , no more |
| Will
I play the wild paddler , no , never , no more . |
| I
went back to France , I used to frequent |
| I
told a bar owner , my money was spend |
| He
showed me the way to a class 6 run |
| If
you survive you pay nothing , so go and have fun |
| A
few hours later I stepped out of my boat |
| The
first thing I dit, I threw beer in my throat |
| The
bar owner asked me you want something more |
| I
want only one thing, a nice looking whore |
| I
went home to my girlfriend , confessed what I've done |
| And
I asked her to pardon this prodigal one |
| Then
she went crazy , as often before |
| Sure
, I'll never will play the wild paddler no more |
|
|
| THE
WILD ROVER |
| I've
been a wild rover for many the years |
| And
I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer |
| But
now I'm returning with gold in geat store |
| And
I never will play the wild rover no more |
| And
it's no , nay , never , no , nay , never no more , |
| Will
I play the wild rover , no never no more . |
| I
wet to an alehouse I used to frequent |
| And
I told the landlady my money was spend |
| I
asked her for credit she answered me 'Nay |
| Such
customs as yours could I have every day |
| I
brought up from my pockets ten souvereigns bright |
| And
the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight |
| She
said 'I have whiskey and wines of the best |
| And
the words that I told you were only in jest |
| I'll
go home to my parents , confess what I've done |
| And
I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son |
| And
when they've caressed me as often before |
| I'll
vever will play the wild rover no more |
| And
it's no , nay , never , No , nay , never no more , |
| Will
I play the wild rover , no , never , no more |
|
|
| DIRTY
OLD TOWN |
| I
met my love by the gasworks wall |
| Dreamed
the dream by the old canal |
| Kissed
a girl by the factory wall |
| Dirty
old town , dirty old town |
| Clouds
are drifting across the moon |
| Cats
are prowling on their beat |
| Spring's
a girl in the street at night |
| Dirty
old town , dirty old town |
| Heard
a siren from the doks |
| Saw
a train set the night on fire |
| Smelled
the spring on the smokey wind |
| Dirty
old town , dirty old town |
| I'm
going to make a good sharp axe |
| shining
steel tempered in the fire |
| Will
chop you down like an old dead tree |
| Dirty
old town , dirty old town |
|
|
|
|
| THE
SICK BED OF CUCHULAINN |
| McCormack
and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed |
| There's
a glass of punch below your feet and a angel at your head |
| There's
devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands |
| You
need one more drop of poison and you will dream of foreign lands |
| When
you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne |
| And
you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all allone |
| Frank
Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid |
| And
you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids |
| At
the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer |
| And the
gosts are ratling at the door and the devils in the chair |
| And at
Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout |
| But
they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out |
| They
took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains |
| So you
walked back in through a bolted door and dit it all again |
| At the
sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer |
| And
the gosts are rattling at the door and the devils in the chair |
| You
remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl |
| There was
lousy dronken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl |
| They
toke you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch |
| So
you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church |
| Now
you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and packs and jocks |
| And
they'll take you from this place you're in and stick you in a box |
| Then
they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground |
| Butt you'll
stick your head back and shout we'll have another round |
| At the
grave side of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray |
| And
god is in heaven , and Billy's down the bay |
|
|
| A
PAIR OF BROWN EYES |
| One
summer evening drunk to hell |
| I
sat there nearly lifeless |
| An
old man in the corner sang |
| Where
the water lilies grow |
| And
on the jukebox Johny sang |
| About
a thing called love |
| And
it's how you're kid and what's your name |
| And
would you bloody know |
| In
blood and death 'neath a screaming sky |
| I
lay down on the ground |
| And
the arms and legs of other men |
| We
scattered all around |
| Some
cursed some prayed , Some prayed thn cursed |
| Then
prayed then bled some more |
| And
the only thing that I could see |
| Was
a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me |
| But
when we got back ladelled parts one the tree |
| There
was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me |
| And
a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go |
| For
a pair of brown eyes |
| I
looked at him he looked at me all I could do was hate him |
| While Ray
and Philomena sang of my elusive dreams |
| I
saw the streams the rolling hills |
| Where
his brown eyes were waiting |
| And
I thought about a pair of brown eyes |
| That
waited once for mee |
| So
dronk to hell I left the place |
| Sometimes
crawling sometimes walking |
| A
hungry sound came across the breeze |
| So
I gave the walls a talking |
| And
a heard the sounds of long ago from the old canal |
| And
the birds were whistling in the trees |
| Where
the wind was gently laughing |
| And
a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go |
| For
a pair of brown eyes |
|
|
| JESSE
JAMES |
| Jesse
James we understand |
| Has
killed many a man |
| He
robbed the Union trains |
| He
stole from the rich and gave to the poor |
| He'd
hand and heart and brain |
| Well
it was on a Saterday night |
| The
stars wee shining bright |
| They
robbed the Glendale train |
| And
the people they did say for many miles away |
| It
wass those outlaws Frank and Jesse James |
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| Now
Jesse had a wife |
| Lived
a lady all here life |
| Her
children they were brave |
| But
history does record That Bob and Charly Ford |
| Have
laid poor Jesse in his grave |
| Well
it was Bob and Charly Ford |
| Those
dirty little cowards |
| I
wonder how they feel |
| For
they ate of Jesse's bread and slept in Jesse's bed |
| And
they laid Jesse James in his grave |
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| Now
Jesse had a wife......... |
| Well
the people held there breath |
| When
they heard of Jesse's death |
| They
wondered how he came to fall |
| Well
it was Robert Ford in fact who shot him in the back |
| While
he hung a picture on the wall |
