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Alcohol - The Kinks (Beat Club, 1972)
Here's a story about a sinner
He used to be a winner who enjoyed a life of prominence and position
But the pressures at the office and his socialite engagements
And his selfish wife's fanatical ambition
It turned him to the booze
And he got mixed up with a floosie
And she led him to a life of indecision
The floosie made him spend his dole
She left him lying on Skid Row
A drunken lag in some Salvation Army Mission
It's such a shame
Oh demon alcohol,
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would say
Damn it all and blow it all
Oh demon alcohol
Memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would fall a slave to demon alcohol
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would fall a slave to demon alcohol
Barley wine, pink gin
He'll drink anything
Port, pernod or tequila
Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks
As long as all his troubles disappeared
But he messed up his life, went and beat up his wife
And the floosie's gone and found another sucker
She's gonna turn him on to drink
She's gonna lead him to the brink
And when his money's gone
She'll leave him in the gutter
It's such a shame
Oh demon alcohol
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would say
Damn it all and blow it all
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would fall
A slave to demon alcohol
Alcohol - The Kinks (Beat Club, 1972)
Here's a story about a sinner
He used to be a winner who enjoyed a life of prominence and position
But the pressures at the office and his socialite engagements
And his selfish wife's fanatical ambition
It turned him to the booze
And he got mixed up with a floosie
And she led him to a life of indecision
The floosie made him spend his dole
She left him lying on Skid Row
A drunken lag in some Salvation Army Mission
It's such a shame
Oh demon alcohol,
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would say
Damn it all and blow it all
Oh demon alcohol
Memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would fall a slave to demon alcohol
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would fall a slave to demon alcohol
Barley wine, pink gin
He'll drink anything
Port, pernod or tequila
Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks
As long as all his troubles disappeared
But he messed up his life, went and beat up his wife
And the floosie's gone and found another sucker
She's gonna turn him on to drink
She's gonna lead him to the brink
And when his money's gone
She'll leave him in the gutter
It's such a shame
Oh demon alcohol
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would say
Damn it all and blow it all
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would fall
A slave to demon alcohol
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Krasi - Villagers of Ioannina City
Εγώ κρασί δεν έπινα, ρακί* για να μεθύσω
Τώρα τα πίνω και τα δυο για να σε λησμονήσω
Εσύ 'σουνα που μου 'λεγες αν δε με δεις, πεθαίνεις
Τώρα γυρίζεις και μου λες πού μ' είδες, πού με ξέρεις;
* το ρακί εν Ηπείρω, η ρακή εν Κρήτη
Krasi - Villagers of Ioannina City
Εγώ κρασί δεν έπινα, ρακί* για να μεθύσω
Τώρα τα πίνω και τα δυο για να σε λησμονήσω
Εσύ 'σουνα που μου 'λεγες αν δε με δεις, πεθαίνεις
Τώρα γυρίζεις και μου λες πού μ' είδες, πού με ξέρεις;
* το ρακί εν Ηπείρω, η ρακή εν Κρήτη
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Absinth - KTU
Kimmo Pohjonen: accordion, Pat Mastelotto: rhythmic devices, beats and noises, Trey Gunn: Warr guitar
Absinth - KTU
Kimmo Pohjonen: accordion, Pat Mastelotto: rhythmic devices, beats and noises, Trey Gunn: Warr guitar
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Water is alright in tay* - The Clancy Brothers
The French drink wine, the English tea.
The Yankee drinks his hot black coffee.
The child drinks milk nine times a day.
The Scotsman sips his whiskey toddy.
You can keep your wine and keep your tea!
My curse on him that brings me coffee!
I'll drink porter, if I may.
It makes me feel content and happy.
Porter quaffed down with a laugh.
The gentry have their aching livers.
Water is all right in tea,
For fish, and things that swim in rivers.
The poor man and the beggar, too,
The poet in the corner thinking.
If they'd money enough to spend,
It's pints of porter they'd be drinking.
Porter quaffed down with a laugh.
The gentry have their aching livers.
Water is all right in tea,
For fish, and things that swim in rivers.
The miser hoards and stores his gold.
The bee collects the summer honey.
When that miser's dead and cold,
Someone else will kiss his money!
Porter quaffed down with a laugh.
The gentry have their aching livers.
Water is all right in tea,
For fish, and things that swim in rivers.
Some go in for counting beads.
More go in for chasing women.
The scholar stays at home and reads.
Give me the glass with porter in it.
Porter quaffed down with a laugh.
The gentry have their aching livers.
Water is all right in tea,
For fish, and things that swim in rivers.
* Tea on the Tay.
Water is alright in tay* - The Clancy Brothers
The French drink wine, the English tea.
The Yankee drinks his hot black coffee.
The child drinks milk nine times a day.
The Scotsman sips his whiskey toddy.
You can keep your wine and keep your tea!
My curse on him that brings me coffee!
I'll drink porter, if I may.
It makes me feel content and happy.
Porter quaffed down with a laugh.
The gentry have their aching livers.
Water is all right in tea,
For fish, and things that swim in rivers.
The poor man and the beggar, too,
The poet in the corner thinking.
If they'd money enough to spend,
It's pints of porter they'd be drinking.
Porter quaffed down with a laugh.
The gentry have their aching livers.
Water is all right in tea,
For fish, and things that swim in rivers.
The miser hoards and stores his gold.
The bee collects the summer honey.
When that miser's dead and cold,
Someone else will kiss his money!
Porter quaffed down with a laugh.
The gentry have their aching livers.
Water is all right in tea,
For fish, and things that swim in rivers.
Some go in for counting beads.
More go in for chasing women.
The scholar stays at home and reads.
Give me the glass with porter in it.
Porter quaffed down with a laugh.
The gentry have their aching livers.
Water is all right in tea,
For fish, and things that swim in rivers.
* Tea on the Tay.
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A Rum Tale (Grand Hotel) - Procol Harum
She's fuddled my fancy, she's muddled me good
I've taken to drinking, and given up food
I'm buying an island, somewhere in the sun
I'll hide from the natives, live only on rum
A Rum Tale (Grand Hotel) - Procol Harum
She's fuddled my fancy, she's muddled me good
I've taken to drinking, and given up food
I'm buying an island, somewhere in the sun
I'll hide from the natives, live only on rum