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".
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
macoffringa schreef: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:
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.
Whiskey Lullaby, Brad Paisley & Alison Khauss
Geplaatst: 27 Feb 2010, 10:27
door 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)
Robin Laing
Geplaatst: 27 Feb 2010, 10:33
door 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 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
Poison Whisky, Ed King & Ronnie VanZant
Geplaatst: 27 Feb 2010, 10:43
door 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.
"Tim Finnegans wake" door Clancy Brothers & The Dubliners
Geplaatst: 27 Feb 2010, 11:36
door 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
"The Ballad of Ira Hayes", Johnny Cash.
Geplaatst: 27 Feb 2010, 12:21
door 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
Juice of the Barley, Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem
Geplaatst: 27 Feb 2010, 14:13
door 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,
.... een soort hardrock of metal versie...