Liederen met Whisky (whiskey) in de tekst

[Piet]

Dit is een verzamel onderwerp voor (stukjes) muziektekst en clips die over whisky gaan.

Mocht er over een specifiek nummer, artiest of wat ook véél meer te zeggen zijn of als er een discussie volgt, dan kunnene we het altijd afsplitsen in een apart onderwerp.

Gelieve wel zo veel mogelijk in het onderwerp te zetten waarover het gaat. Dit is een plaatshouder voor de"hoofd titel".

Voor gerelateerde songs met andere en alternatieve woorden, zie: Liederen met Scotch, Soda, Bourbon etc. in de tekst.

[Piet]

Michael Katon.

"No more whiskey" (1994)

Michael Katon - Rock'n'Roll, Whiskey, Blood 'n Guts (op der CD "Where Blues meets Rock VI"; 2005 Provogue Records)

"Whiskey Hill" (2008)

[JayDie]

Ontdekt in een blog van Jock:

Wie komt er gezellig op de thee
Wie brengt er 'n flesje voor je mee
't Is Satan hoogst persoonlijk
En zeg nou maar 'ns nee
Whisky is de duivel, vermomt als een goeie fles
Hij fluistert in je oren: "Een druppeltje mag best"
Je voelt de kater hangen, straks baal je als een stekker
Whisky is de duivel, maar wel lekker

Bron: lyricstime.com

[macoffringa]

Bloedmooi: Rory Block met Lovin' Whisky

[Piet]

Bloedmooi: Rory Block met Lovin' Whisky

Inderdaad heel mooi. Ook heel bekend. Echter, ik zou er niet opgekomen zijn.
Als je er over na denkt is er wel heel veel. Vandaar dat deze rubriek nu al meerwaarde biedt

Gewoon doorgaan hoor. Hier kun je van alles plaatsen.
Als een specifiek onderwerp groeit zul je het afgesplitst zien worden maar dat gaat meestal vrij geruisloos.
Uiteraard kun je ook zelf een nieuw onderwerp starten als je vindt dat het "het waard" is.

Overigens kun je de YouTube button gebruiken om een link "in-line" te zetten met de YouTube-tags.
Ziet er zo uit:

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[KSB66]

"s lands beste en mooiste zangeres, Anouk - Lovin' Whiskey (live)



Metallica ,een bandje die ik voor het eerst live zag in februari 1984 in zwolle. Zie ook "Whiskey in a Jar".


Dit is het origineel, The Dubliners met "Whiskey in a Jar"


"Whiskey in a Jar" daarna uitgebracht door een veels te vroeg overleden Phill Lynott van Thin Lizzy

[KSB66]

PROCOL HARUM - WHISKEY TRAIN
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xqmgp_ ... rain_music

[Piet]

Hi Bas, (... het was ook wel heel laat .. of vroeg

"Onze" Anouk nog wel !
Overigens hadden we al zo veel over "Whiskey in a Jar" dat we dat naar een afzonderlijk onderwerp verplaatst hebben.

En, uh dit gaat over muziek, dus de Sean Connery clip hoort daar niet in thuis. Daar is wel over nagedacht. Films en video zijn een hoofdstuk apart maar geen afzonderlijke rubriek waard.
Deze staat nu bij Whisky gerelateerde Reclame.

[Piet]

Een en al droefenis maar wel heel gevoelig gebracht.

Whisky Lullaby, Brad Paisley & Alison Khauss van de CD Mud on the tires.

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

(Sing lullaby)

The rumors flew but nobody know how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

(Sing lullaby)

[Jock]

Zoek Robin Laing maar eens op. Robin maakt hele CD's alleen maar over Whisky. Ook heeft hij een boek gepubliceerd met text en muziek van zijn liedjes, "The Whisky Muse"genaamd.
Robin schreef het liedje "The Bruichladdich Song" die ook te horen is op de site van Bruichladdich. Ook wel "The Coast of Heaven" genoemd.

Ik heb zijn CD's "The Angels Share" en "The Water of Life".
http://www.robinlaing.com/index.html

Ik vermoed dat ik een van de weinigen die het echt kan genieten. Maar ik ben een oude "Folkie". Rock, kan mij maar in beperkte mate bekoren. House is voor mij pure torture.
Jock

[Piet]

Ik heb enkele uitvoeringen gevonden maar nog geen die van een kwaliteit is dat ik hem hier wil plaatsten.
Maar hier staat er nu toch een: viewtopic.php?f=364&t=609#p4371

Poison Whisky, geschreven door Ed King & Ronnie VanZant.

Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land
And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man.
Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor
"Hey doctor, won't you check his head?"
The only thing that was wrong with him
Was Johnny Walker's Red
He drank ole poison whisky
'Til it killed him dead.

It happened back in the bayou many years ago
Satan came to take him and he did it real slow
Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor
The doctor just shook his head,
"Twenty years of rotgut whisky
Done killed the poor man dead."
He drank ole poison whisky
'Til it killed him dead.

Take a tip from me, people... brothers can't you see
Ain't no future in ole poison whisky.
They're gonna rush you down to see the doctor,
The doctor's gonna shake his head.
The only thing he's gonna tell ya
"Stop drinkin' Johnny Walker's Red
Don't drink poison whisky, don't you drink it boy.

[Piet]

Zoek Robin Laing maar eens op.

We hebben inderdaad al een The Whisky Muse Robin Laing in de boekbesprekingen staan.

Ik zal in deze rubriek een apart onderwerp aanmaken met wat zaken uit de boekbespreking en ik zal er verwijzingen bij zetten. Dat is hij zeker waard

Dit is het separate onderwerp: The Whisky Muse Robin Laing in deze muziek rubriek.

[Piet]

"Tim Finnegans wake" door Clancy Brothers & The Dubliners met texts ... net iets afgekapt op het eind.
De tekst komt voorbij en staat ook op YouTube.



"Finnegans Wake" door Dropkick Murphys ... wel even wat anders deze .... een soort hardrock of metal versie...


Tim Finnegans Wake

(Traditional, uitvoering Dubliners)

Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street, a gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet, an' to rise in the world he carried a hod
You see he'd a sort of a tipplers way but the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day, he'd a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

One morning Tim got rather full, his head felt heavy which made him shake
Fell from a ladder and he broke his skull, and they carried him home his corpse to wake
Rolled him up in a nice clean sheet, and laid him out upon the bed
A bottle of whiskey at his feet and a barrel of porter at his head

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

His friends assembled at the wake, and Mrs Finnegan called for lunch
First she brought in tay and cake, then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch
Biddy O'Brien began to cry, "Such a nice clean corpse, did you ever see,
Tim avourneen, why did you die?", "Will ye hould your gob?" said Paddy McGee

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job, "Biddy" says she "you're wrong, I'm sure"
Biddy gave her a belt in the gob and left her sprawling on the floor
Then the war did soon engage, t'was woman to woman and man to man
Shillelagh law was all the rage and a row and a ruction soon began

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Mickey Maloney ducked his head when a bucket of whiskey flew at him
It missed, and falling on the bed, the liquor scattered over Tim
Bedad he revives, see how he rises, Timothy rising from the bed
Saying "Whittle your whiskey around like blazes, t'underin' Jaysus, do ye think I'm dead?"

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner around the flure yer trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told you? Lots of fun at Finnegan's Wake

[Piet]

Weer een en al droefenis en weer prachtig ... of maken de jaren me (over) sentimenteel

Johnny Cash..."The Ballad of Ira Hayes" met authentieke beelden (de reclame dan maar op de koop toe).



The Ballad of Ira Hayes compleet met de hele achtergrond als je echt geïnteresseerd bent geraakt.
My music video of The Ballad of Ira Hayes by Johnny Cash. Please take the time to watch this it took me a long time to make.




Ira Hayes, Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!

He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes

Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died

[Jock]

JUICE OF THE BARLEY (Liam Clancy)

The Clancy Brothers ... Also recorded by: Tommy Makem



In the sweet country Lim'rick, one cold winter's night
All the turf fires were burning when I first saw the light;
And a drunken old midwife went tipsy with joy
As she danced round the floor with her slip of a boy,

cho: Singing ban-ya-na mo if an-ga-na
And the juice of the barley for me.

Well when I was a gossoon of eight years old or so
With me turf and me primer to school I did go.
To a dusty old school house without any door,
Where lay the school master blind drunk on the floor,

At the learning I wasn't such a genius I'm thinking,
But I soon bet the master entirely at drinking,
Not a wake or a wedding for five miles around,
But meself in the corner was sure to be found.
One Sunday the priest thread me out from the altar
Saying you'll end up your days with your neck in a halter;
And you'll dance a fine jig between heaven and hell
And his words they did frighten me the truth for to tell,

So the very next morning as the dawn it did break
I went down to the vestry the pledge for to take,
And there in that room sat the priests in a bunch
Round a big roaring fire drinking tumblers of punch,

Well from that day to this I have wandered alone
I'm a jack of all trades and a master of none,
With the sky for me roof and the earth for me floor,
And I'll dance out my days frinking whiskey galore,